C321 Three Moves as a Limit

However, this move hardly posed a challenge for Yang Ying.

His longsword remained sheathed, merely quivering within its scabbard.

A series of afterimages emanated from his blade.

Wang Fang felt as though each of his strikes was colliding with an immovable wall.

Even more disconcerting was the way the force of each blow was being rebounded back at him