Lu Sheng reacted instinctively, the Lasso unfurling with serpentine grace. It met Lu Hanli's sword mid-strike, wrapping around the blade. To both men's surprise, the seemingly fragile cord held firm against the sharp slippery edge.
With a sharp tug, Lu Sheng yanked the sword off course. Lu Hanli stumbled, thrown off balance by the unexpected resistance. Seizing the opportunity, Lu Sheng lashed out with the Lasso, its length striking Lu Hanli across the chest.
*AIYE EEEHHH*
There was no visible mark, no tearing of flesh or cloth. Yet Lu Hanli's face contorted in agony, a scream tearing from his throat. He staggered back, clutching at his chest in confusion and pain.
Lu Sheng blinked, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of Lu Hanli's reaction. He hadn't expected the Lasso to have this effect against his opponent. Unbeknownst to him, the weapon had struck not at Lu Hanli's physical body, but at his very soul.