Han Shuo had never expected this woman to attack without warning, not even allowing him another word. Before the Broad Sword reached him, its scorching heat had already begun to make his skin feel slightly uncomfortable.
With a cold snort, Han Shuo suddenly brought the Demon-Slaying Edge into his left hand. He poured Demonic Essence into it and activated the Mystic Ice Demon Flame Art. Pale purple frost abruptly rose from the dark red blade, and the temperature in the room changed, scorching on Candice's side and bitterly cold on Han Shuo's.
Before their blades even met, the two currents of heat and cold collided first, sending clouds of white mist billowing out. What astonished Phoebe, however, was that Han Shuo's purple frost differed from any ice magic she had ever seen. Instead, it seemed alive, even curving as it advanced.
When Han Shuo's blade finally collided with Candice's, a ferocious force laced with Battle Aura slammed into the Demon-Slaying Edge like an iron hammer. Han Shuo staggered several steps backward, his feet thudding against the floor. But once the Battle Aura entered the Demon-Slaying Edge, it could advance no farther, unable to break through the blade's obstruction and injure him.
Instead, it was Candice who suddenly cried out in alarm. After the white mist dispersed, Han Shuo looked at her again and discovered a notch in the Broad Sword she held. It appeared to have been cut by the Demon-Slaying Edge.
Candice should have possessed the strength of an Advanced Swordsman, and her command of Fire Element magic made her strength even harder to fathom. The Broad Sword in her hand should have been an exceptionally fine Magic Sword, one that amplified the incorporation of Fire Element magic. He had never expected to leave such a fine sword damaged