As the preparations for the spar unfolded, Chen Ling posed a question to Xia Ling and Michael, his voice devoid of emotion, "Would you like to employ weapons, or shall you face each other unarmed?"
Xia Ling, her gaze unwavering, gently shook her head, her determination evident as she replied, "Unarmed will suffice, Master Chen."
Michael nodded in agreement. He had yet to engage in a proper fight with weapons, he would hate to make a fool of himself in front of all these people.
With the decision made, both participants assumed their respective fighting stances. Xia Ling's petite figure exuded an air of quiet confidence, while Michael emanated a resolute aura, his fists tightly clenched.
