The sharp flash of a sword edge vanished into the night, turning into an ethereal straight line that would have been impossible to capture without the advanced high-speed, high-definition camera technology of today.
Grasping the hilt, Bennett moved like an afterimage, rushing towards his opponent. As the sword light flashed briefly and without flourish, speed became the greatest skill.
Facing this sudden close-up ghost image, Dan Ke's pupils still showed unscattered astonishment, her hand not fully raised before the sword edge bore down upon her neck.
"Thump." A low pulsation echoed at her chest.
Her heart, like the core of a giant dragon powering up, contracted and expanded once, rushing blood through her veins fast enough that Dan Ke managed to react 0.3 seconds faster, barely getting her fingers in front of the approaching sword edge.
