'My saber definitely reached her! Yet, why isn't there a scratch on her?! Why isn't she bleeding out?!' Zhaohui could never mistake the feeling of slicing flesh, so he was absolutely certain that he'd reached her, but he could not explain the results.
Meanwhile, Xiao Hua had an annoyed look on her face, but not because she'd just lost the exchange.
"My clothes…" she muttered in a low voice.
"I don't know what you just did to avoid that attack, but it won't happen a second time." Zhaohui tightened his grip on the saber before rushing at Xiao Hua again, his speed much faster than previously, almost as though he had been holding back.
"How annoying…" Xiao Hua muttered as she confronted Zhaohui with her swords.
[Herald of Agony!]
Zhaohui swiftly employed one of his techniques, conjuring a large, obsidian-hued, shadowy circle on the ground, directly beneath Xiao Hua's feet.
