Shen Tianyu didn't train like these sheltered children of big families so naturally her capabilities were different. She didn't cultivate to show off or for glory, she cultivated it as a path, her own path. Her endurance, at the least, was higher than these children who, at most, went to hunt at some banquet once a year.
Ke Qingyan was already getting tired, his fingers were probably already strained. He knew he could use his other hand but he couldn't afford to stop. Amid the flurry of blades and shrapnel flying, he thought he saw his opponent smirk.
