Clang, a light ring.
A broadsword was struck from the grip and spun in the air before stabbing into the ground. The tough bluestone floor, which might as well have been tofu in front of the blade's edge, offered no resistance and was pierced halfway through.
This was an exceedingly standard Great Qin Broad Saber, its copper beast-head hilt already polished smooth, revealing more than half of the blade still quivering slightly above the ground.
Li San's eyes widened as he looked at the war saber buried ten paces away, then at his own empty palms. His face seemed to freeze for a moment before he sighed, shaking his head in resignation, and said,
"Amazing!"
"I didn't expect you, little brother Chuan Lian, to be so skilled. Truly, with this level of prowess, how could you have lain half-dead in bed for more than two years... causing my little sister to suffer so much."
Standing three yards away, Chuan Lian touched his hair somewhat awkwardly.
