C292 The Seventh Floor of the Test(3)

As the elders dueled, Zhao Lin sprang into action, his sword cleaving through the air to gauge his adversary's skill. Yet, the barrier before him drew a sharp intake of breath. His opponent's technique mirrored his own, striking preemptively with identical precision and force. The sword energy dissipated without so much as ruffling a hair on the other's head.

"I've told you, whatever you can do