Clang!
The sound was dull and not crisp, as grating as fingernails scraping across a blackboard.
He remembered his senior sister once taught him that such a collision sound is largely due to incorrect force application and angle.
If the force and angle were perfect, the sound of the weapons colliding should be clear and loud, like a spoon striking a porcelain bowl, crisp and pleasant to the ears.
Dodging left and right, although her body was slender and small, her movement technique was fairly good, knowing to emphasize strengths and avoid weaknesses, but her counterattacks lacked strength and could not pose any real threat.
The other person, however, moved savagely, swinging a large blade that whistled through the air. It somewhat reminded him of his first encounter with Wang Qi—though the blade technique had a method to it, it was not diverse, fitting the type reliant on brute strength.
