With his blade in hand, Chen Chuan returned the fist-and-palm salute. "Senior Sister Zheng, please guide me."
Teacher Zheng reminded him from the side, "Chen, for now, I want you to only parry. No counter-attacking, no dodging. Just stand your ground and use the method I taught you to dissipate and neutralize the force. Once you've mastered these techniques, we'll move on to the next stage."
Zheng Tongtong gave the Thick-Backed Blade in her hand a light flourish. "Chen, please draw your blade."
Chen Chuan gripped the hilt and slowly drew the Snow Monarch Blade. As the brilliant, snow-white gleam of the blade was revealed, a chill seemed to spread through the training ground.
"Oh? A Mutated Weapon?"
Teacher Zheng paused for a moment. 'Those are rare these days,' he thought. 'Not many craftsmen with that kind of skill are left. And...'
