110 Ling Cai Yun, The Battling Clouds (1/2)

Ling Cai Yun, officially known as the Battling Clouds in the sect, she was a battle maniac to the highest degree. In her eyes, strength was the deciding factor for everything.

Born to the High Counselor of the Clear Sky Kingdom, her father was the emperor's right hand man. She was taught to be a graceful woman, one of nobleness. However, her plump body and round face made her a target for ridicule. No matter what clothes she wore or how extravagant she acted, there were those who talked behind her back, making snide little comments about her weight. Back then she was shy, unable to speak forth and endured the constant mockery. She knew fully, that all of her friends were not true friends, forced to do so out of courtesy.

Cai Yun felt lonely, she hated her life, hated how she looked, hated these political games.

Then she found something, something that made her fearless. She had talent, talent for martial arts.

Perhaps she was not as pretty or as elegant but there was no doubt she would best them in strength. Finding her grace in battle, she made a place for herself in Clear Spring Mountain for her techniques using her shield.

In front of her now was a new opponent for her to battle, clad in armor she slowly walked to the center of the arena.

A full head taller than Ming Yue, she looked down on her, taking off her helmet so their eyes could meet. Ming Yue did not feel any disdain for her and neither did she, both of them were formidable in their own ways.

Those judging from the pillars watched closely before nodding to the them both. Paying their respects and bowing towards each other, they stepped away without saying a word.

Ling Cai Yun put on her helmet and put her round, silver buckler in front of her while Ming Yue unsheathed Drifting Sky.

Many disciples were surprised by her sword, all this time they had thought it was a staff. To think she was a sword master gave them a bit of surprise.

”That sword... is it divine ranked?” the judges thought, they could not tell.

Drifting Clouds seemed like a normal sword but it had this quality of sharpness to it, none of them could accurately gauge the rank of Drifting Cloud. However that did not matter, one of them hopped down to start the duel.

”Ready! Begin!” a small shockwave came from the judge's voice as he started the match.

Surprisingly enough, Ling Cai Yun moved first, what was even more surprising was how quick she was. Even with all of that armor on her, she was still swift enough to keep up with Ming Yue.

She was an aggressive fighter, smashing down with her fist and shield at every opportunity she had. Ming Yue dodged each one with ease, even if Ling Cai Yun could keep up with her at this speed, this was not her top speed.

She watched Cai Yun move, finding something strange about her martial arts. Even though all of them landed on the ground, they did not have much effect. It wasn't even that they left a mark or a crack but rather there was no sound. She could not hear the impact of the strike, even though she felt the power of each one.

Why was this?

Where did this energy go?

Ming Yue was unsure and played it safe. She would attack every now and then, but the large shield made it somewhat difficult.

Onlookers watched, scoffing at Ming Yue.

”Ling Cai Yun has already begun. It is too late for her to win now”, one of the disciples said.

”How do you know?” another asked.

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”What do you think is the basis of the martial arts of our sect?”

”It is softness right?”