Guan Jinyang, while no one was paying attention, secretly took a ring out of the wrist wraps around his hands and slipped it onto the middle finger of his right hand. A vicious glint flashed through his eyes. He watched Wang Yujing's departing figure, corners of his mouth revealing a sinister smile.
The second round began, and Guan Jinyang's attacks were even faster this time, but for some reason, Wang Yujing always managed to evade his strikes a step ahead, as if she could see through him. This caused some panic in Guan Jinyang; he couldn't score without hitting Wang Yujing. This wasn't a dance performance where anyone would care how nice your punches looked or whether your speed was fast enough.
