Clang!
A metallic collision rang out as Nim's greatsword struck Ora's battle axe handle and sent it flying. The same greatsword then slashed across Ora's chest, carving a deep wound into his breastplate and leaving a bloody mark on his skin. However, it was evident that Nim had held back his strength, not intending to deliver a fatal blow.
"Next," Nim turned around, addressing someone behind him instead of looking at Ora.
Ora's face flushed with embarrassment. Though he wanted to argue a few words, he ultimately remained silent. Meanwhile, Nim's heart was pounding with excitement.
I'm so cool! I'm ridiculously cool! At that moment, these words were all that occupied Nim's mind!
This was Long Yi's signature move: turning his back and completely ignoring the vanquished foe, leaving the adversary wallowing in shame and without the slightest desire to attack again.