She was actually battling Lin Xing while simultaneously creating new sword moves on the spot, intent on surpassing him in swordsmanship.
But as move after move was created, more and more girl disciples dissipated into the air.
"No," she said.
"This move won't work."
"Neither will this one."
As the number of girls beside her dwindled, the swordswoman felt mounting pressure. She discovered that no matter how she tried to break through with her sword moves or blend the swordsmanship of various personas, she couldn't surpass Lin Xing before her.
This attempt even caused signs of instability in her persona once again.
At that moment, suddenly, Lin Xing's clone acquired a bloodstain on its face.
The swordswoman looked at the scene in surprise, "You… made a mistake?"
Lin Xing didn't answer but looked at each vanishing sword trainee, as countless memories began to surge in his mind: "Yiyi… She's Yiyi? My daughter…"
"No!"
