The opponent, with no gentlemanly demeanor, raised his blade and slashed over. Zhao Hanzhang, no fool, kicked the horse's belly, making it leap forward two steps to dodge. The opponent pursued, raising his blade to strike...
Zhao Hanzhang didn't look back; hearing the sound of the blade slicing the air, she leaned forward and slowed her horse. Qiu Wu hadn't expected the girl to be so bold, daring to slow her horse in such a situation.
Yet she narrowly avoided the strike. The blade sliced through where her neck had been, and as soon as the blade passed, she straightened up. As his horse crossed past her, her sword thrust straight. The opponent's strike missed, and unable to withdraw his blade in time, as they passed each other, he looked down at his belly, touched it, and felt a handful of blood.
This series of actions seemed lengthy, but it transpired within three or four breaths, the time it took for people to blink twice, and then they ceased fighting.
