"Shing..."
With a soft ring, Anyo attacked first. The Six Paths Sharp Edge seemed to leave their sheaths simultaneously, but White Fang, firmly locked on by their edges, knew they had already changed after being drawn. What appeared to be only six attacks actually held countless variations between each rise and fall of the blades. New blades could emerge from all manner of unexpected directions, making their angles impossible to grasp and their attacks impossible to guard against.
Facing the first wave of attacks, which crashed over him like raging seas, White Fang seemed to be struggling for survival in a violent storm. Not a glimmer of hope was visible, as though the blade light would pierce his body in the next instant.
"Heh."
Just as the blades were about to pierce him, White Fang smiled easily, and the Unintentional Blade in his hand finally left its sheath.
Centered on him, the Unintentional Blade spun swiftly through a full circle. With its powerful spiraling force, it miraculously wove the blade winds into a net, knocking away the countless streaks of blade light within its reach. Then the Unintentional Blade delivered a simple thrust, aimed straight at the strongest point of the Six Paths Sharp Edge's sword force. Two simple strokes, a spin and a thrust, one defensive and one offensive-his swordsmanship flowed freely and left no trace, showing not the slightest hint of contention, as effortless as a casual stroll.
The Six Paths Sharp Edge could only withdraw, merging into a shield to block the blow.
"Good." Excitement showed in Anyo's eyes. After so many years, someone could finally put pressure on him through swordsmanship. His teacher truly lived up to that title. He was improving, and so was his teacher. After passing through a cycle of life and death,