"Little demoness, if you keep playing, I won't be staying at your place anymore."
"You...!"
With two short sounds, she flipped over and leapt, her hands already holding two short and thin double-edged blades.
Her martial arts had improved from before, her movements fast and light, her shadow flickering continuously in the pavilion, stepping on the columns to thrust at Zhao Rong's shoulders.
In the martial world, ordinary warriors who saw this sudden, ghostly quickness would truly think they were seeing specters in the mountains.
Yet, Zhao Rong could clearly see the trajectory of her movements.
He drew his sword and linked three moves, stepping onto the saddle to leap onto the stone steps of the Octagonal Pavilion.
Even though the shadow was unpredictable, the blue shadow was faster.
In just over ten moves, their weapons met, two short swords against one longsword, the clashing sounds far surpassing the earlier music, like a fierce storm suddenly sweeping through the forest!
