The sword was like a cold moon.
Luo Qingxuan's sword carried both the upright dominance of a king and the treacherous subtlety of shadows, ever-shifting and unpredictable.
Every exchange with her felt as though dancing at the edge of a precipice—one moment's carelessness, and you would be shattered to pieces.
Fortunately, Wang Junze's comprehension of the Chess Swordsmanship was now deeper than ever. He could adapt his techniques in response to her attacks—not to the point of anticipating her every move, but his array of sword skills, once deployed, were equally impenetrable.
Moreover, as time went by and the battle continued, Wang Junze gradually familiarized himself with her sword techniques and sword momentum. The pressure he felt steadily lessened.
In fact, this was the true terror behind the Chess Swordsmanship.
