The woman holding the sword was also one of the training members of the Tower of Heaven Repair.
Xuecheng, 29 years old, peak of the seventh rank.
He was born in the Kunlun Snowfield Sword Sect of the Fifth District.
Xuecheng was a man who entered the martial arts path halfway through his life due to heartbreak. He spent ten years practicing swordsmanship in the snowy mountains, and after ten years of ruthless dedication, he developed a swordsman's heart.
For ten years, they have steadfastly guarded the snow-covered city of Kunlun, protecting the region in the name of the city, repelling alien species and foreign invaders dozens of times, and achieving remarkable military exploits.
In terms of cultivation talent alone, she is not outstanding among these people, but in terms of swordsmanship, no one here can surpass her.
"Xuecheng is not worthy of the title 'Master,' Young Master Si, just call me by my name," Xuecheng replied to his question.
"Ma Yuanhong uses a long weapon with wide, sweeping movements, and his techniques are quite varied. It's clear he has developed and refined his own methods, honing them step by step in battle. As for Hua Chang, uh, Miss Chang Le,"
Snow City paused for a moment.
She had heard about the grand banquet the Hua family held recently. For some reason, Hua Changle didn't use the Hua family name. Although many people didn't understand the reason, they all tacitly changed their address.
"Miss Chang Le is weaker in strength, but she has a slight advantage in speed and awareness. Moreover, her fighting style is a bit strange."
Xuecheng thought for a moment before continuing, "If I had to describe it, it's like a wild animal's instinctive and sharp reactions, adept at countering attacks and ever-changing."
Si Yehong looked at Hua Anning with great interest: "It seems that Xiao Changle has been cultivating very diligently and has experienced many life-and-death battles?"
Hua Anning remained silent.
Others shared this guess, otherwise Chang Le's fighting style and moves would be inexplicable.
The two fighters on the ring stopped short of defeat, ending in a draw.
After the match, Ma Yuanhong's gaze towards Chang Le was noticeably more intense and earnest than before:
"You are much stronger than I imagined. I hope we can use our special abilities later and have a good spar."
Chang Le put away his knives and said with a smile, "Looking forward to a friendly spar."
"Lele!"
Chang Le looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Hua Anning and the others had arrived. Huang Mingfu and Hao Ren had already introduced themselves to them.
"Kunlun Sword Sect, Xuecheng." Xuecheng bowed, holding his sword.
Chang Le returned the greeting: "I am Chang Le, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Excuse me for asking, Chang Le, would you be willing to spar with my Ice Blade Sword?" Xue Cheng stated his thoughts directly.
After thinking for a moment, Chang Le nodded: "Okay."
Turning around, the two went back onto the ring.
Glancing at Xuecheng's Ice Blade Sword, Chang Le turned and took out two daggers from the weapon cabinet. The Ice Blade Sword was much more agile than Ma Yuanhong's Azure Dragon Halberd; using two swords would only hinder his movements.
Xuecheng held his sword horizontally in front of him, stroking the scabbard with one hand, and said, "You just used up a lot of energy, so I won't take advantage of you. Just three moves. Take three of my moves, how about it?"
Chang Le calmed his still-beating heart and stepped back with one foot in front of the other: "Come on."
Xuecheng gripped the sword hilt with one hand: "First sword."
"Whoosh!"
The crisp sound of the sword being drawn and the sound of the blade cutting through the air rang out almost simultaneously, and the gleaming Ice Blade Sword was upon them in the blink of an eye!
That's too fast!
The blade flashed silver, and in the instant a person was stunned, it was already too late.
Chang Le's reaction was even more unexpected!
Her two daggers, at an awkward angle, somehow managed to get stuck on the sword. The resilient blade bent into a taut arc, the tip of the sword only a few centimeters from Chang Le's face, yet unable to go any further.
Chang Le twisted his hands, using minimal force to deflect a great weight, causing the sword to spin and even twisting Xue Cheng's arm.
Xuecheng decisively let go, flipped his wrist, and quickly grabbed the sword hilt with his other hand. Against the direction of Chang Le's force, he flicked the sword and disarmed the two daggers.
After the first move, Xuecheng's eyes showed surprise.
Chang Le's fighting style is completely different from her appearance and rumored personality. She is ruthless, decisive, calm, and indifferent to life and death, with a kind of rational madness.
Both of them took a step back, and Xuecheng then made his move, his second sword strike!
This sword strike was somewhat dangerous; if neither of them had been careful to control it, they would have both drawn blood, but neither of them gained the upper hand.
Xuecheng stood still with a solemn expression, twisting his sword and adjusting his physical condition, breathing, and even heartbeat to prepare for the final strike.
Suddenly, Chang Le moved!
Xuecheng's pupils dilated to their limit. The person who had been passively defending suddenly lunged forward at several times the speed of before! The dagger approached his throat with incredible speed!
Yukishiro had no choice but to abandon her original move and parry with her sword raised. However, the dagger that was about to reach her throat went astray. By the time Yukishiro realized something was wrong, another dagger had already grazed her wrist.
Chang Le spun around to dissipate the momentum and stood still, while Xue Cheng stared blankly at the white mark left on his wrist by the back of the dagger.
She lost.
She lost because she underestimated her opponent; she didn't expect Chang Le to be hiding her strength. She lost because her speed and reaction were not as good as Chang Le's.
If Chang Le had used a blade, her hand would have been ruined.
Ma Yuanhong stared intently at Chang Le, which meant that Chang Le hadn't used his full strength when the two sparred earlier.
Chang Le put the dagger back: "Are you alright?"
Xuecheng shook his head, clasped his sword, and bowed, saying, "I concede defeat."
"No, in terms of swordsmanship and techniques, I am inferior to you. I only won because I used a little trick."
“Absolute speed or power suppression, like perfect technique, is the result of one’s own training. You don’t need to be modest, you are very powerful,” Xuecheng said earnestly.
As the two walked off the stage, Xuecheng asked curiously, "Chang Le, how did you cultivate? How did you develop such keen, beast-like senses?"
Chang Le paused, not answering for a moment.
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