CRASH!
A thunderous sound bombarded everyone's ears, like a heavy hammer smashing against a city wall and unleashing a deafening boom.
The crowd watched as Shu Nan was forced back, retreating rapidly. Wen Qingye advanced, his sword a continuous, dancing blur.
"Slow! Too slow. Your sword is just too slow."
The voice echoed in everyone's ears again, only this time, the one speaking was... Wen Qingye!
Fast!
Too fast!
Impossibly fast!
If the crowd could only barely perceive Shu Nan's sword, then Wen Qingye's was silent and traceless. They couldn't even tell when he was striking.
Shu Nan was suddenly like a lone boat adrift on a vast sea, battered by a raging tempest. He felt completely unable to defend himself.
"Faster! That's right, even faster!"
"Slowing down. Slowing down. You're slow again."
In an instant, their roles had reversed. Shu Nan could only grit his teeth and struggle to hold on.
'What in the world is happening?'
