"Strike again!"
The Thirteen Forms of the Gentle Breeze, Second Form!
Shen Ning'Er dodged again.
Then, she continued to beckon with her finger.
'Trying to provoke me? I'm not Qu Ran. My heart is as steady as a rock!' Cheng Cai's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword growing steadier. He didn't use the third form, because Shen Ning'Er had already broken through it.
He used the fourth form.
And the result was still the same: Shen Ning'Er dodged.
Her finger continued to beckon.
'She hasn't broken through any of my last three moves? So what happened before really was a coincidence. Shen Ning'Er is just trying to provoke me. What a naive idea! Am I, Cheng Cai, someone who can be so easily provoked?' At this point, Cheng Cai's heart settled. The Thirteen Forms of the Gentle Breeze were full of endless variations. He refused to believe Shen Ning'Er could dodge every time.
He struck!
He struck again!
And again!
He completely ignored Shen Ning'Er's incessantly beckoning finger.
