Despite realizing that his Queen has been ambushed by the opponent's King, Han Xuhan couldn't really do anything about it. This avatar he was possessing moved according to its own will. And it refused to take the small, oncoming 'soldier' seriously.
The soldier's speed increased as it approached, and within a few seconds, it was moving as fast as an experienced Martial Cultivator. Swinging the silver saber over its head with a blinding quickness, it leaped high and slashed at Han Xuhan's chest.
Han Xuhan's avatar lazily brought up the long handle of its scythe in the saber's way, and as both weapons collided, a deafening screech rang out. Han Xuhan had no time to marvel about it, because somehow, that small 'soldier' had put enough power behind that slash to sweep his avatar off its feet.
