In an instant, many thoughts flashed through He Jiu's mind-were they fellow disciples? Why else would they know the same sword move? Or were they friends or lovers? The girl had lost; did the boy actually mean to win back victory with the very same move?
But those were all stray thoughts. In any case, his Sword Sensibility, which looked fully seven moves ahead, gave no warning. This was merely the beginning of an exchange of sword moves; the real meat lay further on-he wanted him to use [Broken Feathers] for this move, so he would.
At the seventh step, they still had a real victory or defeat to decide.
Everyone watched this most heartstring-tightening moment too... if the boy crossed that distance, he would be tonight's sole victor!
Xu Menglang had clenched his teeth, as though the boy's fate were his own.
[Broken Feathers] was a violently powerful forward-driving sword, and Pei Ye moved straight toward it an instant earlier.
He stepped onto the seventh step.
For an instant, He Jiu failed to understand his intention-he could have comfortably enjoyed the advantage of moving second. Entering the sword's range before the enemy sword moved was a very basic kind of recklessness.
Then he saw the boy's fluttering fringe and tranquil eyes... that was the first time he had looked him squarely in the eye.
Then his pupils abruptly contracted, and he stared at the boy before him in astonishment.
...With the sword of [Broken Feathers], the grip did not close fully around the hilt. In that instant, the boy held his sword in his left hand... and swapped away the longsword in He Jiu's hand.
With control like a miracle, he transferred the initial direction and momentum of [Broken Feathers] into this sword without the slightest deviation.
"Let me