"No problem," Yan Feiqing said.
"Let's have a serious match."
"Alright."
After the sound of the bell and chime had passed ten breaths, he drew his sword and spoke lightly: "Qingwei Yan Feiqing, my master is Master Ming He. Please proceed."
"I seek your guidance, senior." Pei Ye suppressed his smile, and with a clang, he drew a brilliantly shining sword.
Without [Break the Earth], he closed his eyes, swaying a few steps as if in a drunken dance, and executed a slanted, mysterious sword thrust towards Yan Feiqing's chest.
Neither fast nor slow, as graceful as a lotus in the wind, Yan Feiqing raised his sword to block, his body swirling with the sword's momentum, half a sunfish already painted on the ground.
Pei Ye's sword momentum was smooth and unbroken, with the previous strike aiming for the chest and this one poised to pierce the lower abdomen.
