It was just a single second before those terrifying cleavers fell upon her and a single second was all that she needed. Despite the pain and everything she endured, Ming Yue still had Blood Moon in her hands. Rather than move to defend herself, she swung out.
Her focus sharpened as her sword moved, it was a clean and clear strike!
But was this enough against not one but two cleavers?
The result seemed so clear and yet, anyone that watched could not ignore the look on Ming Yue's face. She was undaunted, her eyes showed defiance and determination despite all odds.
How could she still have such eyes? Even with the pain, she felt? The suffering endured?
The young woman still fought on.
And fight she did.
