The sword was aimed directly at Qin Xuan, but he suddenly twisted his waist to dodge. The blade, originally targeting his lower body, swept rapidly upward. Su Ming pivoted his waist in mid-air, using his sword to tap the ground for leverage, and miraculously managed to evade the counterattack. Upon landing, the longsword in Su Ming’s hand seemed to blot out the sky, sending a torrential wave of sword light crashing toward Qin Xuan. The sword light was relentless, dense and intricate like a woven web.
Qin Xuan did not dodge or retreat. His blade thrust forward like wind and thunder, shattering the web of light Su Ming had cast and piercing straight toward him. The two figures crossed in an instant. Su Ming’s left sleeve was rent open by three inches, and drops of blood trickled slowly down his hand. Qin Xuan, meanwhile, bore a sword mark across his waist, though no blood flowed from it.
Both men turned simultaneously. Without a word, they brandished their swords and lunged at each other once more. Yet, as Su Ming closed the distance, he adopted a strange gait. He twisted his foot as if he had stumbled, but his movements never faltered; instead, he bypassed Qin Xuan’s blade and stabbed fiercely toward Qin Xuan’s waist.
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