Liu Mei brought her Wind Sword up to block, and the clash of their weapons sent a shockwave rippling across the chamber.
For a moment, they stood there, swords locked, neither willing to give ground. The air crackled with the intensity of their clashing energies, gravity and wind battling for supremacy.
Then, with a mutual nod of respect, they disengaged, leaping back again to put some distance between them.
Ren Feng took a deep breath, his chest heaving with exertion as he lowered his Gravity Sword. The black blade seemed to drink in the light around it, its surface rippling with barely contained power. Sweat beaded on his brow, testimony to the intensity of their training session.
Across from him, Liu Mei's emerald eyes blazed with determination, her Wind Sword a blur of brilliant green energy as she reluctantly lowered it. The air around them crackled with residual energy, the aftermath of their fierce exchange.
