"Played a trick, deserves punishment," Qin Ming said.
"No tricks," Qin Qianbai retorted, "It's using the environment. I broke the killing intent of the blade."
"If this blade had no killing intent, how would you break it?"
Qin Qianbai hadn't thought of an answer yet, when the next blade arrived. This time it was a short knife, slashing straight down, simple and unremarkable. Indeed, it was an attack without killing intent, and even devoid of battle intent, as simple as swinging a hammer to crack a walnut. Yet Qin Qianbai felt like she was that walnut, inevitably facing a dire fate whether she blocked with a staff or a hand.
