Leifang's eyes widened, her jaw nearly introducing itself to the floor. Why hasn't he taught me that technique yet, she demanded internally. She thought the Metal Hermit had the boy on the ropes with that last attack, but the stranger from the east had a few noteworthy abilities of his own. What the--what style is that?

The incorporeal snake that saved the bandit surprised the Hermit as well, though he was more curious about this ability than in fear of it. Once the rocky rain ceased, he scratched his head in a slight stupor mixed with curiosity. Like a child seeing a strange animal for the first time. "What was that, bandit? A new art? Did you cultivate your spirit into your sword? I'll admit, I'm impressed. I didn't think you had any concept of the Way. Even Leifang hasn't reached the cultivation stage yet." That remark earned the Hermit a death glare from his female pupil. "Oh. Sorry Leifang." So, the lands to the east have something to offer. I see. It's been ages since I've had a worthy opponent!