The young lady's expression was serious. Coldly, she uttered, "Get out of my way."
"How naive!" Zhuge Yue sneered.
With a swoosh, Chu Qiao dashed forward swiftly, clenching her fists and twisting her back. Zhuge Yue obliged, retaliating with a few blows of his own. Both of them were agile, their strokes exquisite, matching each other blow for blow. With the cold wind blowing onto them, their fists landed on each other's chests with considerable force. Both of them let out a grunt, taking two steps back, further showing that they were evenly matched.
"Yan Xun will never succeed with his rebellion. Ba Lei and Wei Shuhua have laid down traps. Traitors that oppose the royal capital will only die."
Chu Qiao sneered. She used her hand to wipe off the sweat on her forehead, saying, "Slave!"
Zhuge Yue was enraged. He replied in a low voice, "What did you say?"
