That night, after practicing the saber for two hours, Meng Yu stopped.
It wasn't that he couldn't practice all night, but rather that Xia Hailu had a breakdown.
There was no helping it. That's the way of the academy sects: great in theory, high-grade, unbeatable in verbal sparring, even believing themselves to be invincible among peers like professors. But if they get slapped in the face a few times by a student, they crack immediately, and may even collapse.
Thankfully, she was still reasonable. She had agreed to not use magical treasures or spells, and to only engage in close combat with weapons, which she did. But after an hour and a half, her emotional state was on the brink of collapse and she couldnously wanted to use her life-bound magic artifact, which was not acceptable.
Although listening to her cries of despair was rather amusing.
"I've practiced the saber for two hundred years!"
"I've practiced the saber for two years!"
"How could I possibly lose to you?"
