The contest between the short sword and the little sword was not much different than that of two longswords, as the saying goes: "One-inch shorter, one-inch riskier." If the two shorter blades clashed with a crisp "clang," it would be a joke.
Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua knew that the old man couldn't really sense his divine sense, so he had already released it to monitor the changes in the old man's swordsmanship and body movements.
Therefore, no matter how the old man's swordsmanship changed, whether it was a combination of feints and real moves, or all-out attacks, it couldn't escape Zhang Xiaohua's divine sense. He was always able to find a gap in the old man's short sword changes and easily execute the Nameless Sword Skill, thrusting the little sword at the old man's throat and forcing him to continue changing his moves to dodge. After a dozen rounds like this, the old man was already at a disadvantage.
