He paused, then continued, "I never expected that the one who would come up to challenge me would be you; though you're a woman, and not bad-looking—in fact, I even fantasized about you last time—but I absolutely will not go easy on you." A competition is a competition, and he wouldn't go easy for any reason—after all, they were all soldiers, and among soldiers, there is no distinction between men and women; at least not during a competition.
Upon hearing his words, Ling Xi suddenly realized she really had nothing to say to him—this man's shamelessness was on par with, if not surpassing, Han Xiaoxu when he faced Miaomiao, and even more unpredictable.
Silently stepping into position, she calmly looked at the parts in front of her. Reaching out, she gently touched each piece, feeling the resonance that seemed to emit from them, her gaze softening as if handling a treasured possession.
