As they ate lunch, they chatted and compared the cuisine at the Walled City Academy. Compared to the central campus, the flavors here were more refreshing. Dishes mostly featured lotus roots, vegetables, freshwater fish, and fruit, with less meat from other mammals. The cooking methods were also more Eastern, primarily boiling, stir-frying, steaming, and mixing, with no deep-frying or grilling.
"Look across!"
"What?"
“Amazing…”
A few hundred meters away, on the other side of the lake, two figures, one in white, the other in red, crossed each other repeatedly. The cold light of a sword whipped up a stream of water like a thread, and the rapidly shifting figures left a trail of afterimages in their field of vision.
"Is this a competition between seniors? It's so fast that I can't even see clearly." The students next to them shouted in surprise, and the competition on the opposite side gradually entered a white-hot stage.
"Youdao, your sword isn't as fast as before, hahahahaha."
A young man with short black hair, dressed in a tight-fitting red dress, wielded a rapier, which whirled through the air like a series of gray curtains of light. The sound of metal clashing lingered in the air. He laughed heartily as he brandished the sword. As crimson magic enveloped the blade and his body, his speed grew ever faster. Wherever he stepped on the water, it was like rain, with gentle ripples spreading out, colorful and delicate.
Unlike the red figure, the senior young man in white clothes has a limited range of movement. His figure seems to be moving, turning, and dodging in an invisible circle. The opponent's red figure is like a light background covering this white circle, and at the junction of red and white, tiny sparks are constantly produced by the collision of swords.
"Really? But I feel stronger."
The oriental young man called Youdao spoke with great interest, not annoyed. The two had been friends for a long time and had long understood and been familiar with each other's speaking styles.
The silver, water-like blade swung through the air in a vast arc, shaking the water on the blade apart, forming tiny droplets that scattered in all directions. As the sword tip sliced through the air, several streams of water rose from the lake beneath their feet, blocking the opponent's escape like silver threads, ultimately forcing them to retreat until they were slashed and sent flying by the pursuing sword.
"I give up."
Seeing the rapier in his hand had fallen into the water, the young man with short black hair decisively admitted defeat, but several thin lines of water continued to extend along the direction of the fight and flew towards the restaurant on the lake opposite.
"Oops."
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