The sensation of the sword being inserted was not as soft as imagined. Number Two only felt as if the Snake Sword in his hand had been bounced back, making it difficult to penetrate at all. Just as he realized something was amiss, the sharp sword he had thrust out quickly retracted, and the forward-leaning body also strained to retreat, wanting to withdraw first. However, it was too late. Xiao Lin, who had long been waiting for this gap to appear, was not someone who would let go at this juncture.
Before Number Two could dodge and retreat, Xiao Lin's Soft Sword had already countered. His left palm quickly retracted and forcefully grabbed the tip of the Snake Sword about to leave, pulling it towards himself with full strength, while at the same time, the Soft Sword viciously struck towards Number Two's shoulder.
