Du Youqian smiled faintly. He used his Divine Sense to create an illusion of himself still standing in the original spot, then quietly circled around behind his opponent.
The man naturally didn't notice. He was still fully focused, using his Divine Sense to probe the illusion Du Youqian had created, completely unaware that he was being played like a fiddle.
A moment later, Du Youqian was behind him.
'Good at Magical Combat? Cruel and ruthless?' Du Youqian scoffed inwardly, recalling Wei Wei's assessment of her master.
'Let's see just how good you are at Magical Combat.'
Du Youqian took out a Spiritual Sword. Its design leaned more toward the style used by Mortal World Swordsmen rather than that of a Flying Sword.
The biggest difference was that Flying Swords lack a handguard, as there's no need to worry about an enemy's blade sliding down one's own to cut the fingers.
But the sword Du Youqian was using had a handguard.
