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"Ming, huh? I remember her."
Louis recalled her as an old lady, one of the Elders of the Ki Sword Sect whom he had effortlessly defeated.
Her strongest technique involved summoning numerous swords and fusing them into a giant dragon. The Sect Master possessed an even more powerful version.
It seemed Yang had looked up to her and copied her techniques.
Now, Louis gazed at her with open contempt.
They were moved to the backyard, where a small combat area awaited. Students gathered eagerly to watch as Louis—or rather, Yang—faced the most talented Ming Shieng.
Both held wooden swords and stared into each other's eyes.
Ming suddenly sensed something off about Yang. Her resolve faltered slightly as she noticed his strange, unnerving eyes.
"…"
He stood perfectly calm, expressionless, and unnaturally still. It felt deeply unsettling.
