Jiang Zhiwei raised her sword suddenly. Meng Qi was not allowed even a moment of respite. Her movements were elegant and mystifying like the stars glimmering in the misted sky as the Sword of the Sun-Penetrating Rainbow sang to a cryptic rhythm. No matter how Meng Qi tried, whether with his sixth sense or observation and listening, he was not able to fully discern the next move of his possessed companion.
Drawing back his saber, Meng Qi shifted his stroke into a slow, slanted slice. Like his opponent before him, he too had countless countermoves concealed within his gambit. Each and every single reprisal would be as quick as a blinding flash to counter changes of Zhiwei's stroke with alterations of his own.