The shadow's blade never stopped moving, and every slash carried the same frightening sharpness. There was no wasted motion, no dramatic technique, and no unnecessary release of energy, just one perfectly honed attack after another.
Max began to see the pattern. The First Shadow had tested battle instinct, while the Second Shadow tested offensive sharpness. Its entire fighting style had been refined around making every strike as lethal as possible.
That made it extremely dangerous against anyone who leaned too heavily on their defenses. A cultivator might be stronger, hold more energy, or stand at a higher realm, but one mistake that let the blade connect could end the fight on the spot.
Max smiled faintly. "So that's the Second Shadow."
He had seen enough, and there was no reason to keep testing it.
The shadow attacked again, bringing its curved blade down.
