Tournament Interlude
The nun springs to the attack before you are ready. It looks like she wants to win the match rather badly. You take a few hurried steps back, drawing your sword to block her strike. The blunted metal blades meet with a dull clang. With a graceful spin, Yiling crouches low to the floor and angles her sword for an upwards thrust. Her attack is swiftly parried, but she follows up with another flurry of stabs, mixing in quick jabs and powerful lunges.
Raising your own blade, you bat her sword away again and again. Without a sword you would have been forced to retreat if put on the defensive – her Qingcheng Stab cuts off passage to the sides with well-timed jabs, attempting to force the opponent into a narrow corridor dictated by the user of the technique. You use your own sword’s movement as cover to evade to the side. Your sudden movement catches her off-guard. As she turns to follow, you bring your sword down in a hard slash. Yiling retreats, leaping back a fair distance in the blink of an eye. Just what you wanted.
You take a step forward with your right foot, pointing your sword parallel to the ground. Crouching slightly, you kick off from the ground, rushing forward in a powerful lunge. Your Pine-Cutting Sword curves in a deadly arc towards the nun - Her eyes widen in surprise at the speed of your attack. With a shout, Yiling springs away before she is hit by your slash. She lands close to the edge of the ring, her skillful qinggong doing her more harm than good in this case. You stalk towards her, your sword held in a menacing fashion while you bob your masked face from side-to-side.
The nun is as good as you thought her to be – she judged in an instant that she did not have enough strength to block your strike outright, nor did she have enough speed to evade and stab you. Her only option was to run, and she did that without hesitation.
If she can think that far, she would also be able to identify the weak point of your technique. The Pine-Cutting Sword, like the Songfeng move it was created from, is simple and easy to see coming. Against lesser opponents the pure strength and speed behind the move would be enough to succeed, but against a skilled fighter it would not be hard for them to dodge and counter. If you tried the move again, Yiling would have a reply for it.
Stopping a dozen steps away from the nun, you point your sword forwards again. You see a hint of a smirk raised on her lips – you know that this time she will be ready.
You lunge.
She steps forward, crouching.
Her sword flies forward in a swift stab, faster than your slash. She is aiming right for your head – with the force she’s putting into her blow, if it hits you would be knocked out for certain.
The stab falls short, as you land a couple of paces away from where she predicted you would be.
An expression of surprise crosses her face, but she recovers quickly. Now is the deciding moment. The first step is to draw the opponent into a failed attack that leaves the both of you in close proximity.
With a sudden burst of speed, you sprint forward just as you touch the ground, throwing a stab at her. Your speed and proximity forces her to move to parry your stab, her sword flashing into position. Twirling the hilt of your sword in your hand, you grasp it in a reverse-grip, holding the blade folded parallel to your arm. The second step is to execute the feint.
Her parry meets empty air. Your fist follows through, slipping in between her guard to strike her on the jaw with the sword’s hilt. As she staggers back, you flip your sword back into position to deal the third step – the finishing blow – a quick stab to the chest before the enemy can recover their balance.
At least, you try to. The sword spins out of control as you twirl the hilt again. With a lighter, shorter sword you would have no problem, but the shoddily-made tournament-issue blunted swords don’t exactly have the best balance for this technique, and you don’t have the skill to compensate. Your fingers fumble as the sword flies from your grasp and hits Yiling in the forehead hilt-first.
She stumbles back but doesn’t fall off the stage – another step and she would have been out of the ring. It would be lucky for you if she did, but alas, you have only managed to lose your sword and anger her. The nun raises her sword. You can tell that she is going to finish you off as fast as she can.
You raise your hands in apparent surrender as she stares at you, her sword about to strike.
“What is this? Are you mocking me?” she asks furiously.
You shake your head sadly, the paper ears flopping around comically.
“Actually, I…” you begin. It is the first time you have spoken since coming on stage, and even the nun can’t help but pause for a while, slightly curious.
Then, you exert your inner strength. The primordial chaos within you bursts forth, feeding you strength.
Moving faster than she has ever seen you move throughout the match, you dart forward, catching her entirely off-guard.
Your hands, still raised in surrender, clap down on Yiling’s shoulders.
You give her a light shove, sending the nun out of the ring.
The gong is sounded.
You have won.
You raise both your hands and wave at the stunned audience. Abbess Miecao is – surprisingly – smiling faintly. You thought she would have been more upset at her student’s defeat. The crowd roars and groans simultaneously as you are declared the victor, the onlookers excitement mixed with the punters’ despair. An upset in the first round of the finals was not what anyone had expected.
It’s a good thing you made that bet.
***
In the aftermatch of the match, Cao’er comes to you with a bag of taels. After making sure you have given her a reasonable share, you hide it quickly before anyone – like Qilin – spots it. There is enough money here to buy you a few good meals, perhaps even some nice clothes. You ask Cao'er to continue betting on you - you have money to spare now, though your odds won't be as lucrative as they were against Yiling. Then, you listen to her report on the match between the mask-wearing Nameless and Shapeless.
Apparently there was no match at all. The both of them had gone up on stage, and Shapeless had surrendered immediately, to loud boos from the audience. You suppose Nameless is probably the leader of the trio. Besides that, Cao’er also tells you something interesting – she is certain that they are not Han. She cannot identify their exact ethnicity, but she has come to that conclusion from their words and body language.
There is not much time for you to rest – it looks like the next round should begin fairly soon. It would also be divided into two sessions, as with the previous round.
The first session would have:
Faceless vs Nie Shuixian
Wu Tong vs Su Liaojing
Zhou Xiaowu vs Yifang
Xuzhan vs Xuzhu
While the second session would be:
Nameless vs Zhu Cangxu
Wu Yin vs Xiaoxiang
Murong Yandi vs Guo Fu
Man Tiger Pig vs Nie Mudan
Cao’er has been summoned by the Abbess for some errands and thus won’t be free to help you out for this round. You could opt to watch any of the matches in the first session, or you could use the time to talk to find and talk to some of the other contestants that have lost their first match, and thus will be made to leave the participants’ area soon.
***
A. You watch the matches.
1. Faceless vs Nie Shuixian
2. Wu Tong vs Su Liaojing
3. Zhou Xiaowu vs Yifang
4. Xuzhan vs Xuzhu
B. You talk to some of the other contestants.
1. The Ashina fighter Lantu.
2. The Tibetan fighter Jixuan Wuni.
3. The oldest of the Wudang Brothers, Wu Jin.
4. The cock-masked fighter, Shapeless.