"Begin!"
"Gao Neng, face my blade!" As soon as the headmaster of Beihai Military Academy gave the signal, Wang Nanlin moved, all traces of his earlier courtesy gone.
Any talk of letting his opponent go first or giving him a three-move handicap...
Wang Nanlin said nothing of the sort.
The military academy's way of fighting was just that direct: go all out from the very beginning.
SWISH!
He brought his saber down in a single slash.
Wang Nanlin wielded his Guan Gong's Saber with wide, sweeping motions. The slash looked simple and unadorned, but it carried a powerful attractive force.
It was difficult to describe in words.
If one had to put a name to it, it was a kind of "resonance."
A resonance between the saber and Gao Neng's body made him involuntarily lurch toward the blade's edge, as if he were being sucked in.
"Huh?" Gao Neng barely had time to let out a soft sound of surprise before he was pulled in.
But as he was pulled in, he drew his own saber.
