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While Fang Ling had somehow managed to weather the first attack, it was the second option that was successful.

After Fang Ling had bowed back in response and had been checked, the woman gave her verdict.

Fang Ling protested.

"It's not like any other course of action I was capable of would have led to success. I could have tried some fancy footwork, but I would have likely tripped over my own feet instead. I ONLY know how to charge in, as that is the only way of swordplay I have seen intimately in combat, albeit used against me. People generally don't let orphans watch them as they train, unless they're using them as moving target practice."

Granted, that hadn't happened since she was dropped off in this world, but the 'generally not letting a random orphan watch' remained the same.

Fang Ling stopped, realized she was whining. She was also relucant to continue to answer the woman's last question, but she nevertheless answered. Slightly nervous as her next words came out of her mouth, afraid of the reaction.

"Because it's not my weaker hand. I mean, for some reason using my left hand has always come easier, and while I'm training to do everything with my right hand instead, as is proper, I didn't think I could pull it off in this case. Stick to your strengths and all that."