Mystical Grade
Ripples of space formed around Ryu's fist and blasted the whip away.
Mae's expression changed slightly. Although she hadn't put her full strength into that blow, if one was considering her raw strength without the use of techniques, that was still at least 50%. A genius of the Third Heaven's standard shouldn't have been able to deal with it so easily.
Just as she was lost in her surprise, she found her expression changing once again as Ryu slashed down with his great swordstaff in one fluid motion.
A curtain of pulsing lightning wrapped in sword qi tore a path forward, flickering through the void and appearing before Mae in a split second.
Mae lightly tapped the ground, her body fluttering and vanishing in a string of afterimages as she sidestepped the blow, only to find that Ryu's second great swordstaff had made its way into his other palm and had slashed down as well.