Hi everyone,
I’m a Hong Kong wuxia author, and I’ve been experimenting with different ways of translating my Chinese fiction into English.
A fellow Redditor, u/HeartBtz, kindly offered to run the same chapter through Libris, a translation tool he suggested. That gave us the idea of comparing two different translation approaches using the exact same Chinese source.
Instead of arguing about which method is better, I thought it would be more useful to let readers judge the actual writing.
Below are two English translations of the same scene from the same chapter.
I’m deliberately not saying which method produced Version A or Version B yet.
I do have the full chapter in both versions, but I’m keeping the main post to one scene so it’s easier to compare. If people are interested, I can share the full versions later.
What I’m most curious about:
- Which version reads more naturally in English?
- Which is easier to follow if you don’t normally read wuxia?
- Which has clearer action?
- Most importantly: which one makes you want to keep reading?
VERSION A
With a rush of sleeves through the air, fifteen Black-Clad Riders surrounded the ruined temple inside and out, leaving no room for even a fly to get through. Three of them entered. The one in front said, “Li Santong, hand over the item without a fuss, and I’ll give you a quick death!”
All the Black-Clad Riders had their sleeves bound up and wore dark, blackened tokens at their waists. Cast on each token was a lifelike hunting hawk, wings spread as if about to strike. Each man wore a black cloak embroidered with a hawk in black thread. Their clothes were all exactly alike, as if one man had fifteen doubles.
The speaker had prominent cheekbones and a strong, steady voice, clearly an expert in the inner arts. He held a pair of gleaming-silver judge’s pens in his left hand and pointed at Li Santong with his right.
Li Santong’s expression remained calm. “You’ve pursued me all the way from Pingyang. What is it you want?” He seemed unruffled, but had already gathered his qi in secret. His left hand held a handful of pebbles he had picked up from the ground, while his right gripped the saber he had taken from his back. The blade was already drawn.
The Black-Clad Leader roared, “How long do you think you can keep up the pretense?” As he spoke, the two black-clad men on either side drew their weapons at once. The one on the left held a chain dart; the one on the right, a pair of gleaming hexagonal bronze hammers. Together they lunged at Li Santong.
Li Santong swept his left hand outward, sending a shower of pebbles straight at the black-clad man with the bronze hammers. The man was startled. A pebble pierced his left eye, its remaining force carrying it straight into his brain. He died without a sound.
The man with the chain dart struck at Li Santong with his left palm. Li Santong kicked inward with his right leg, deflecting the blow, while his right hand swung his saber at the man’s left back.
Every one of the Black-Clad Riders pursuing Li Santong was a master of some martial skill, but at their very first exchange, Li Santong killed one with a single move. The man with the chain dart knew then that Li Santong was no easy opponent. Though his back was exposed, he immediately rolled across the ground, nimbly dodging Li Santong’s saber. At the same time, he flung the chain dart. Its silver gleam plunged like a falling meteor before Li Santong. The dart had not yet spent its momentum when the silver chain at its tail curved back like a venomous snake. In an instant, a silver serpent coiled around Li Santong, striking and snapping at him.
Li Santong used his lightness skill to race around the broken clay statue. His eyes took in everything, and he spotted a fine crack in the statue’s right arm. He ran to the front of its right hand and feigned the slightest falter in his step. He knew the expert before him had a keen eye and would seize any chance to win. But if he made the opening too obvious, the man would grow suspicious, so he let his step sink only slightly.
Sure enough, seeing this rare opening, the man with the chain dart immediately drove it at full force toward Li Santong’s face. Li Santong shifted his step and nimbly dodged the dart; it struck the statue’s hand.
The man with the dart yanked the silver chain, but it would not budge. He gathered his strength and tried to pull the dart back again. Li Santong silently channeled his inner power and suddenly broke off the statue’s arm. The silver serpent, once so nimble, now carried a hundred-pound stone arm as it hurtled back with a rush of wind. The man yanked hard to reclaim his weapon, and the stone arm struck toward him like a giant concealed weapon. He was so terrified that he let go. He had just dodged the hundred-pound stone arm when Li Santong’s saber slashed soundlessly toward him.
A clash of metal rang out. A gleaming-silver judge’s pen darted in from the side, neatly deflecting Li Santong’s full-force slash. Li Santong felt half his body go numb and a stabbing pain in the web of his thumb. He knew the man before him was the greatest master he had ever faced.
END OF VERSION A
VERSION B
Cloaks snapped through the air. Fifteen black-clad riders had surrounded the temple, inside and out, leaving scarcely room for a fly to pass. Three entered. The man in front spoke.
“Li Santong. Hand it over, and I’ll give you a quick death.”
All fifteen had their sleeves bound close and a dark metal token hanging at the waist. Each token bore a lifelike hawk, its wings spread as it swooped upon its prey. A hawk was also embroidered in black thread on every cloak. Their clothing was identical, as though one man had been copied fifteen times.
The speaker had prominent cheekbones and a powerful, steady voice. He was plainly an adept in the internal arts. He held a pair of gleaming silver judge’s pens in his left hand and pointed at Li Santong with his right.
“You gentlemen have followed me all the way from Pingyang,” Li said calmly. “What can I do for you?”
He kept his face composed, but had already gathered his qi to its fullest strength. His left hand concealed a handful of stones picked up from the floor. In his right he gripped the saber he had taken from his back and drawn from its sheath.
“Let’s see how long you can keep playing the fool!” the leader shouted.
The men on either side drew their weapons and lunged at Li. The one on the left carried a chain dart; the other held a pair of six-sided bronze hammers that gleamed like gold.
Li swept his left hand outward. The stones flew like a sudden burst of rain toward the man with the hammers. Before the man could recover from his surprise, one had pierced his left eye and driven on into his brain. He died without a sound.
The man with the chain dart struck at Li with his left palm. Li kicked inward with his right leg, turning the blow aside, while his saber cut toward the left side of the man’s back.
Every one of Li’s pursuers was highly skilled. Yet Li had killed one of them in the first exchange, and the man with the chain dart knew he was facing a dangerous opponent. His back was exposed, but he dropped at once and rolled clear of the blade. As he moved, he cast his dart. It flashed before Li like a falling star. Before its flight was spent, the silver chain drew it round again, and the dart circled Li like a snake, striking from one angle after another.
Li used his lightness skill to move swiftly around the broken statue. Watching his surroundings as he ran, he noticed a fine crack in its right arm. He moved in front of that arm and let his footing falter ever so slightly. An opponent this alert would seize the smallest opening. Too obvious a lapse would make him suspicious, so Li allowed no more than a brief sinking of his step.
The man with the dart saw his chance and sent the weapon straight at Li’s face with all his strength. Li shifted his feet and slipped aside. The dart embedded itself in the statue’s hand.
The man tugged on the chain. The dart would not move. He pulled harder. Li gathered his internal strength and suddenly struck the statue’s arm, breaking it off. The dart that had moved so nimbly now came flying back with an arm of clay and stone weighing more than a hundred jin. The man’s own pull sent the great weight hurtling toward him. In alarm, he released the chain. He had just dodged the flying arm when Li’s saber came silently toward him.
Metal rang against metal. A silver judge’s pen reached in from the side and deflected Li’s full-force cut with apparent ease. Half his body went numb, and pain tore through the web between his thumb and forefinger. He knew that the man before him was the most formidable fighter he had ever faced.
END OF VERSION B
Which one would you choose — A or B?
You don’t need to give a detailed critique. Even just “A” or “B” and a quick reason why would be really useful.
I’ll reveal which translation is which after people have had some time to vote and comment.
Thanks for helping me settle this little wuxia duel. 😅