WHOOSH!
The heavy Horse-cutting Blade sliced through the air, whistling as it chopped down toward Tang Wen.
Tang Wen kept his hands clasped behind his back. With a light tap of his feet, he darted back several meters like a swift bird.
The wielder of the Horse-cutting Blade advanced and attacked again; Tang Wen dodged once more.
One minute passed. Five minutes. Fifteen minutes.
The hands Tang Wen had clasped behind his back never once came out.
He simply used his footwork to lead the man with the Horse-cutting Blade on a chase around the entire field.
His opponent finally stopped, leaning on the pommel of his Horse-cutting Blade and panting heavily. The look he gave Tang Wen was one of utter despair.
'Can't touch him!'
'I can't touch him at all!'
Tang Wen hadn't attacked, hadn't blocked, and didn't even have a weapon in his hands.
