6 a.m. Morning again.
“Keng!”
Sparks rose around us in the Great Hall of the Dragon’s Den. My Zhen Yue Sword and Dragon Reservoir Sword unleashed two consecutive strikes to forcibly break the first hit of Wan Er’s [Blade of the Death God]. Simultaneously, I suddenly looked behind, and used my knee to heavily break apart her second attack. My Dragon Reservoir Sword also flashed at the same time, and it struck the tip of her blade on the third attack. My cloak flew upwards, and I relaxed my body as I avoided her strike and smashed my sword hilt on to the little miss’ right shoulder. Immediately, Wan Er let out an “Ah” sound when I struck a cluster of nerves and I broke through her third attack!
“Wu…”
Wan Er consecutively retreated several steps. I ran out and caught her slender waist. And asked, “Are you ok?”