Anna followed cautiously behind Yan Yu, whose hands constantly shifted through sword techniques. With each gesture he made, lasting no more than half a second, the clash of metal would ring out.
At times it was like the resounding boom of a morning bell or evening drum, signaling the Huang Tingjian blocking the Sword Qi; while other times it resembled the shrill, piercing sound of a robust blacksmith hammering iron, which was the Liangyi Sword intercepting a sneak attack.
Even as she strained her eyes, looking everywhere, at least half the time during the ten attacks, she experienced the sensation of "hearing the sound but not seeing its form," which left her somewhat disheartened.
"Could the gap between my husband's and my strength really be this vast?"
In that case, wouldn't I have no chance to defeat him and keep him here in the Northern Border day and night?