'F-far stronger than Zhao Ming, and slightly faster than him too,' Ying thought as he pulled back from the attack with a wide step backwards. 'But I still have the advantage in that regard.'
He reeled his blade, then stabbed once again, this ti at Jiang Chu's face.
Stab!
Whoosh!
Barely dodging the attack, all the while suffering a small cut to his facial skin, Jiang Chu responded with an attack of his own.
Slash!
Of course, Ying, who had no plans of going defensive for any part of this fight, did not block the incoming blow. Instead, dodged with a swift dip downwards, followed by a precise leap out of harm's way.
Then, appearing behind Jiang Chu, he struck again, utilizing the speed a sword which was as light as an actual feather allowed him.
It seed he was more than a little experienced with fights... But that didn't make his sword skill any less shoddy.
Whoosh!
His sword surged forward, its crude path lining all the way to Jiang Chu's seemingly open blindspot. But then, sothing happened...
Ying noticed sothing.
'What?!'
He thought as he caught a glimpse of Chu's body shivering violently, as though it was experiencing a bout of cold fever. Before abruptly stopping barely a split second later.
This ti, though, it would seem that Chu had made a complete 180-degree turn in his direction, simultaneously parrying the blade.
Clang!
"Sh*t..." Ying hissed, faced with Jiang Chu's sheer strength.
"Haha, surprised, aren't you? I learned that one from my master!"
Ying, on the other hand, was indeed surprised... But not in any way appreciative.
'Damn! Was he also holding back to test the waters?' he thought, instinctively backing off. If Jiang Chu had only just gotten serious, then he needed to rethink the entire ga plan.
....If he even had one to begin with.
But alas, such an opportunity proved to be nothing but a fleeting dream, as Jiang Chu fervently chased after him.
Clang!
Bang!
'Ugh!'
Ying groaned as he blocked another attack from the powerful disciple. He retreated. Forced back by the ever-growing flurry of Jiang's attacks.... Or more appropriately, he tried to retreat.
The latter was determined not to let him get away, sticking to him like super glue. Eventually, Ying just gave up.
'Fvck, he won't let escape. I have no choice but to fight!' Ying thought and pushed forward.
But—
'What the hell? This guy...' Ying was once again filled with perplexity, as he saw..... No, he felt it. He felt it in his very bones! 'His entire aura... his fighting style... it's changed completely!
From a style which was more reliant on brute strength and force, Ying was filled with dismay as Jiang Chu's sword suddenly shifted to one with much more finesse!
Before, it felt like he was fighting against a superhuman elephant on creatine, who primarily relied on the overwhelming force of his blows to trump his opponents...
But now, everything had changed.
Now, it felt like Ying was trying to go upstream against a turbulent lake. The waves of what ch possessed five, no, ten tis as much downstream force!
"Ugh.." He spat.
Clang!
Shing!
The garden, once serene and beautiful, now felt oppressive. The rustling leaves sounded like whispers of judgnt, and the shadows seed to close in around Ying as he stood over Jiang Chu, his blade trembling in his hand.
His attacks grew heavy, and slow, as ti went on. In contrast, Jiang Chu's swings only got faster and more powerful.
Slash!
Shing!
"Tsk.." Ying clicked his tongue as he skid back, huffing and sweating profusely after just barely serving the brief clash.
He looked up—at Jiang Chu, and grew even more contemptuous as he saw his downcast face.
'What, I'm not strong enough for you, bastard?!' He chased, recognizing that condescending stare.
It was the sa stare that had haunted him, like an overbearing apparition, during his days in the outskirts.
He utterly despised it.
'Che... Fine then, let's try sothing else.'
Ying made up his mind, then swiftly threw his free hand behind his back, nefarious intent gleaming within his dark pupils.
Witnessing this action, or rather, inaction... Jiang Chu mistook it for sothing else.
"Ha," he started. "I just released my full power, and you are so confident as to hide your hand behind your back? I just knew you had more to offer. Show sothing, Brother Ying!!"
Jiang Chu cried fiercely as he also threw his free arm behind his back.
The two charged each other.
Whoosh!
Boom!
Dust rose up as both fighters clashed. The force behind their blows, and even their subsequent follow-up dwindling greatly.
Seeing and feeling the battle's tempo drop down a few notches, Ying could not help but smile.
Ying forced a grin, though his chest pulsated in exhaustion. "Co on, Jiang Chu," he taunted, his voice steady despite the tremor that ran through his entire being. "Is that all you've got?"
"Ha! Not even close!"
Thwack!
Stab!
Honestly, he hadn't expected the brown-haired Cultivator to react this way.... not that he had any problems with it.
Quite the opposite, in fact. The battle raged on, both striking and parrying one another as they duelled with single hands.
Bang!
Whoosh!
'You want to see sothing? Sure. I've got sothing for you to see right.....here!' Ying said, then all of a sudden, whipped his hidden arm forward.
Jiang Chu's eyes widened, his body instinctively halting as the tallic glint of a short silver blade flashed before his face.
It was Du's blade. Ying had summoned it when he hid the arm behind his back.
"Huh?"
The short sword was inches from Jiang Chu's face when he snapped back to reality. He reaches forward, catching the blade with his bare hand.
His face scrunched up as a bleeding cut opened up on his palm.
Ying grinned.
'Check...'
Still in turmoil, Jiang Chu attempted to utilise his strength to try and snatch Ying's blade away from him. But the force of his drag was t with no resistance as the latter had already rid himself of the impromptu weapon.
"Ahh..." Jiang Chu gasped as he realised his mistake. His own force dragged him backwards, creating an inexplicably huge opening, which—being the ultimate opportunist that he was—Ying didn't fail to exploit.
'...Mate.'
With a smile, Ying's sword soared forward—at Jiang Chu and stopped right under his jaw, in front of his masculine Adam's apple, kissing it ever so slightly.
At this point, it did not require trained personnel to infer the results of the spar.
"Checkmate," Ying said slowly, a triumphant confidence laced deep in his statent.
Ding!
[You have cleared the quest,
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