SHHNK!
The blades clashed, but there was no sound of metal ringing against metal.
Instead, it made a sound like a sharp blade slicing through tofu.
Bao Tong's treasured saber, worth hundreds of gold, was sliced clean in two, the cut perfectly smooth.
"This..."
Bao Tong stared, dumbfounded. The torrential force traveling up his arm split the skin between his thumb and forefinger, and he nearly lost his grip on the remaining half of his saber.
He was completely stunned, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
'As one of the Feiyun Thieves, a man who made his living by robbery, his saber was his livelihood—his very life depended on it. Of course he wouldn't use a shoddy blade.'
'He had even used his connections with the Hu Family and spent a thousand gold to acquire this treasured saber.'
'How could it have been sliced in two with a single strike?'
'Even if his opponent was also wielding a treasured saber, this should have been impossible.'
'Unless—'
SWISH!
