Everything happened too quickly. Not only was Chun Xiaoman taken by surprise, but even Wang Chengxing, who was observing from the sidelines, hadn't anticipated it.
Hmm? For her stance to be this shaky, it seems this young lady really doesn't have a master teaching her. Looks like I was mistaken.
A trace of defiance flashed in Chun Xiaoman's eyes. She raised her longsword with one hand again and said to the taciturn youth, "Not bad. Again!"
After a few rapid exchanges, Xiaoman lost once more. This time was even more disastrous—her sword was sent flying from her grip. Although her opponent's weapon—a rattan shield—was odd, it was more than enough to handle Xiaoman. They fought several more bouts, and Xiaoman failed to win a single one.
Only once, in a desperate move, did she manage to trade injury for injury, barely winning a single round.
Seeing Xiaoman's heaving chest, Wang Chengxing worried he might make the girl cry and quickly stepped forward to intervene.
