By now, they had probably forgotten who exactly they had come for today.
Of course, all the commotion outside did not disturb the two who were in the midst of their duel.
With a slight flick of the wrist and a twist of the sword, the sharp blade swiftly struck towards Mu Lin with a fierce intensity, causing the hearts of onlookers to leap in fear that Mu Lin might be injured, and vice versa.
Ducking swiftly, Mu Lin dodged the sword and immediately delivered a flying kick to Young Master Jing.
Hit squarely.
Coughing twice.
Damn, that hurt.
As time gradually passed, the two in the arena had become familiar with the weapons in their hands, their movements growing more agile and decisive.
Watching Mu Lin, Jing Youlan pursed her lips, and the next second, as she was about to strike Mu Lin, the blade suddenly swooped downwards. Mu Lin lightly leapt backward, avoiding the attack, and her sword pointed straight at Jing Youlan's chest.
