How could Yan Qiufeng bring himself to say no? He stepped into the clearing and faced Wang Jingyuan, drawing his own sword. Soon, the peaceful grove was filled with the sound of swords clashing.
They moved through the entire clearing, often switching places or even propelling themselves above the other. A couple of times, Yan Qiufeng met Wang Jingyuan's Feng Ming Sword straight on with his sword and slid back several paces from the impact. Still, he knew she was holding back.
Wang Jingyuan paused before her next strike, watching carefully to see whether Yan Qiufeng was able to recover. This gave him the opportunity to attack. She reacted just a split second slower than usual, and Yan Qiufeng was able to get several strikes in.
"Miss Wang, you cannot be distracted in battle."
Wang Jingyuan blocked his next attack with a loud clang! "The arrogant solider is destined to lose, Little General Yan."
