Long-Time Rivals, Part III

“Haaah… haaah…”

Yu Qian breathed heavily as he leapt onto the nearest platform, taking him out of Húndàn Wang’s reach--or so he thought.

“Having the high ground isn’t necessarily an advantage,” said his opponent.

Húndàn Wang placed a hand on his sword, now in its sheath, spread his feet wide, then unsheathed the weapon blindingly fast. A crescent arc of sword ki blitzed from the weapon and flew toward him.

“Hup!”

Yu Qian leapt from the platform and onto the next one, then the next one, and the next. Húndàn Wang continued to fire charged sword ki projectiles at Yu Qian. Each one was shaped like a crescent moon. The silvery color made the attacks appear majestic. Yu Qian knew that he could not allow himself to get hit by one of those.