Knife Air Like Silk

Han Sen dodged. He was like a shadow as he slipped around Dragon Thirteen's lance. He was even faster than before.

"Two Sky Heart Locks?" Dragon Thirteen's face went slack.

Han Sen was a powerful Earl. It was shocking to learn he was carrying even just one Sky Heart Lock. No one would have ever expected he might be carrying two of them.

If she hadn't seen this for herself, she wouldn't have believed it. The idea that an Earl could still fight her adequately while shouldering the burden of two Sky Heart Locks... It was unfathomable.

Now Han Sen felt very light. His body felt great. With every step he took, it seemed like he could shoot into the air like a prancing fairy.

The lance that had once seemed difficult to dodge was now easy to evade. He didn't feel any of the pressure he had felt earlier.

He didn't feel as easily tired as earlier, either. He was now active again.