The Fourth Hall Master glanced at the battle and said, "Cai Ying, you are not Zhaang Ye's match. You may step down for now."
Fang Caiying nodded helplessly and withdrew. It may have looked like she and Zhaang Ye were evenly matched, but she knew in her heart that this stalemate was only because Zhaang Ye had been on the defensive the entire time. If he had launched a counterattack, she would have likely been defeated by his palm.
Once she was about thirty feet away, Fang Caiying couldn't help but ask, "Junior Brother Zhaang, what is the name of that Saber Technique you just used? What grade of Combat Skill is it?"
Zhaang Ye smiled faintly. "This Saber Technique is one I created myself. I gave it a name: Cloud-Breaking Slash. As for what grade it is, I'm afraid I don't know."
"A Self-Created Saber Technique?!" Fang Caiying cried out in astonishment. "You really created it yourself?"
Zhaang Ye nodded affirmatively.
