The Untamed Series 3: Love Affair (Under Revision)

Fourteenth Met: Suspicions

Third Person POV

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the mask cultivator let out a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with a mix of surprise and amusement.

It was clear that he had not expected Xuanyu to see through his disguise so easily.

"Ah, you've caught me," the mask cultivator admitted, his voice dripping with a hint of mischief. " Alright, I am not Wei Wuxian."

Xuanyu's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening. He couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity mixed with caution.

"Then who are you?" he demanded, his voice laced with determination.

A wicked smile played on the mask cultivator's lips as he raised his sword, the metal glinting ominously in the dim light.

"What's the point of introducing myself if you're just going to end up dead?" he hissed, his voice filled with malice.

Without warning, the mask cultivator lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.

Xuanyu's instincts kicked in, and he swiftly stepped back, narrowly avoiding the initial strike.

The clash of their swords echoed through the air, creating a symphony of steel.

As Xuanyu and the mask cultivator clashed swords, sparks flew in every direction, illuminating the dark night.

Their blades danced in a mesmerizing display of skill and determination.

Each strike was met with a swift parry, as both warriors showcased their expertise in the art of swordsmanship.

Xuanyu's movements were fluid and precise, his strikes imbued with a sense of grace and agility.

He moved with the grace of a dancer, effortlessly evading the mask cultivator's relentless attacks.

With each swing of his sword, Xuanyu aimed to disarm his opponent and bring an end to the battle.

The mask cultivator, on the other hand, fought with a ferocity that seemed to emanate from deep within.

His strikes were powerful and forceful, fueled by a burning rage that consumed him.

He swung his sword with wild abandon, aiming to overpower Xuanyu with sheer strength.

Their swords clashed with a resounding clang, echoing through the night air.

The clash of metal reverberated in Xuanyu's ears, a constant reminder of the danger he faced.

But he remained steadfast, his determination unwavering.

As the battle raged on, Xuanyu's movements became more calculated.

He analyzed the mask cultivator's style, looking for weaknesses and openings to exploit.

With a swift sidestep, Xuanyu dodged a powerful strike and retaliated with a swift counterattack.

His blade sliced through the air, narrowly missing the mask cultivator's arm.

The mask cultivator's eyes widened in surprise, realizing that Xuanyu was a formidable opponent.