Traits were names.
Professionals without a "name" were indeed at a disadvantage in battle.
Shen Ye turned to look at Nangong Sirui.
Nangong Sirui seemed to have thought of the issue of "names" too, and a trace of agitation appeared on his face.
As the Nangong Family's successor, he still had not obtained a "name" recognized by the Dharma Realm.
This would not do!
On the platform, the fight had already begun.
The boy drew a heavy two-handed sword, raised it high, and hacked straight at Xiao Mengyu.
"Witness the sword of strength!"
He roared excitedly.
Xiao Mengyu drew the Remnant Snow Sword. Without changing her move, she stepped forward and blocked the heavy sword with a Sword Stance.
The swords met without a sound.
"Good," Nangong Sirui praised.
"What's good about it?" Guo Yunye was baffled.
"She's using finesse," Shen Ye explained.
"Fine sweets?" Guo Yunye's eyes lit up.
"Fi-nesse. She blocked with one hand, not only deflecting the force of his two-handed slash but also holding his sword in place. He doesn't dare move now," Nangong Sirui explained.
On the platform.
Xiao Mengyu held her sword in one hand, her face expressionless.
The Remnant Snow Sword, as slender as a woman's arm, held the heavy sword motionless.
No matter how her opponent roared or strained with both hands-
Neither sword budged.
Beads of sweat formed on the boy's forehead.
He had just claimed they were roughly equal in strength, yet now, in a simple contest of strength, he had brought all his strength to bear and still could not match her holding a sword with one hand.
The boy gritted his teeth and snorted.
"You look so frail, but you do have some strength. When it comes to sword skills, though, you-"
Holding the Remnant Snow Sword in