Still that disdainful attitude.
Zuoqing, however, did not show the slightest contempt or relaxation. He waved his sword, creating an intricate flourish, and charged at Xia Wenjin.
Xia Wenjin sidestepped and evaded, then a white glint flashed from her sleeve. Upon a second glance, she already wielded a Short Dagger in her hand.
The Short Dagger was no more than seven inches, while Zuoqing's sword was over three feet long. However, Zuoqing attacked swiftly, and Xia Wenjin blocked just as fast. The dagger seemed like part of her wrist, moving nimbly around the front and back of her body.
The clang, clang, clang of sounds rang continuously. In just a brief moment, Zuoqing had swung no less than a hundred times, and Xia Wenjin had blocked no less than a hundred times. Yet only a short time had passed.
