Elegant and fluid, without a single superfluous movement.
Su Gao's sword swings were not particularly fast, and the target of her strikes was the light feathers swaying in the wind, giving the scene a unique aesthetic, as if disturbing it would be a sin.
Of course, even if it were a crime, Fu Qian didn't add to the chaos; he merely watched this scene with admiration.
Although he didn't consider himself a swordsman, it was clear that Su Gao had the mindset of a cultivator—calm and determined, a stark contrast to Chief Yuan, who seemed to half-heartedly approach everything.
As an advisor, she undoubtedly made an excellent supportive partner.
Particularly at this moment, after a series of eliminations, she didn't show a trace of discouragement or slackness, continuing to push her abilities to try and break the pattern.
The feathers, both gentle and remarkably resilient, were undoubtedly difficult to cut when floating in the air.
