Everything happened too quickly, so quickly that not only was Chun Xiaoman taken by surprise, but even Wang Xingde, who was watching the battle, hadn't anticipated it.
"Hmm? To feint so effectively with the lower body, it seems this young lady really doesn't have a master teaching her. Looks like I was mistaken."
A trace of unwillingness appeared in Chun Xiaoman's eyes as she once again raised her sword with one hand and said to the taciturn youth, "Not bad, let's go again!"
After a few rapid exchanges, Xiaoman lost again, this time even more disastrously, as her sword was sent flying from her grip.
Although the opponent's weapon was odd, it was more than a match for Xiaoman.
Several more bouts followed, with Xiaoman basically never winning a single one.
Only once did she go all out, exchanging blow for blow, and barely managed to win one round.
Seeing Xiaoman's heaving chest, Wang Chengxing, worried she might break down in tears, quickly stepped forward to stop her.
