Xue Ling began to dance. Her gaze changed abruptly from lazy to sharp, then she lifted her longsword, spinning it several rounds in the air. Her red dress started to flutter, as if she was now surrounded by a ring of enemies.
Her sword moved nimbly in the air, faster at times, slower at other times, as if the enemies in front of her were falling one by one.
Applause and cheers sounded from under the stage.
But then, Xue Ling suddenly turned around, as if someone had stabbed her. She clutched her right shoulder, looking at the front with anger, and then mustered her strength to swing her sword again, but her strength began to dwindle.
Next, she turned her gaze to another direction, as if her savior had arrived. She suddenly regained her strength, once again swinging her sword to kill enemies. Her speed noticeably increased, the sword in her hand was as swift as lightning.
The applause from the audience was getting louder and louder.
