Fan Shengnan's blade technique was the epitome of yang and stiffness, more robust and domineering than many male swordsmen. The blade pressure covered the area within ten feet around her, drastically affecting anyone entering this zone, rendering their movements incomplete.
"Not right!"
Fan Shengnan's face dramatically changed as she blocked with her knife at a speed that surpassed her limits.
Ding!
A spark flew.
The furious yet condensed sword force struck like a torrent toward Fan Shengnan, causing her arm to numb, almost losing grip of her knife. The long sword, thrown off course by the impact, grazed her neck as she dodged.
In that instant, Fan Shengnan felt a bone-chilling terror; she was a breath away from death.
Recalling that moment, Shi Xiaole's long sword, clearly affected, still did not stray from its target, leading to one conclusion: the opponent skillfully used the pressure of her blade to his advantage.
What a terrifying person, what a terrifying swordsman!
