"I." A clear, chilly female voice arose as she slowly stood up, her icy eyes calmly sweeping over Ling Xi's form. Luo Bing slowly moved to the center between the two teams, turned around, eyes brimming with a combative spirit, "Ling Xi, please accept my challenge!"
She thought, after a few rounds of rest, Ling Xi's strength must have mostly recovered by now.
She was already champing at the bit, unable to wait any longer!
Rising gracefully, her thick black lashes curtained her profound and cool phoenix eyes. The corner of her lips curled into a slight smirk, tinged with playfulness.
She was still pondering when she would be called out. It seemed she was waiting for her to recover, not wanting to take advantage of her, which was indeed a nice thought. However, Ling Xi remained noncommittal.
After all, sometimes being too upright wasn't necessarily a good thing—especially in a society fraught with malice. For an opponent, that could be your most fatal weakness.
