The old nun's sleeves billowed as she struck out with a single palm, sending the Brocade Spring Blade wailing mournfully under the force of her palm wind.
Chen Yi braced himself against the Brocade Spring Blade, the blade cutting into and tearing apart the palm wind, leaving ghastly scars on the ground as dirt and pebbles flew about like serpents slithering in chaos. Yet even so, the blade could no longer withstand the pressure; its edge wavered, slipping from his grip as though about to fly out of his hands.
A blade may falter, but a sword can always follow.
Chen Yi thrust forward with the Hou Kang Sword in his hand. The Brocade Spring Blade was merely bait, but the Hou Kang Sword held the killing blow.
In countless battles, Chen Yi's strategies always layered one move over another, each strike concealing the next, each hidden maneuver always laced with lethal intent, every technique crafted to be deadly.
