Klanck!
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Klanck!
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Klanck!
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One after another, the sounds of swords clashing with each other resounded in the courtyard.
Two people were exchanging sword moves without a pause.
Droplets of sweat were visible on their defined chests as they parried one attack only to counter with another.
Unlike before, there was no casualness in Zheng Ru's form, and he was holding his sword with both his hands.
It was clear that he was much more serious than before. The dried-up blade scars on Yi Chen's chest, arms and hands were a testament to this.
These wounds were mostly from the time they had started sparring with real swords.
However, over time, as Yi Chen grew in confidence, the likelihood of his getting injured also decreased, particularly because Zheng Ru capped his attacks to a certain level.
Now, after a month of swinging real swords and dodging these nerve-wracking attacks by a hair's breadth, Yi Chen's skills were drastically improved.
