Clang!
Both of their weapons collided, and Hua Fu was blasted back to the edge of the arena, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
'Damn it. Why am I not strong enough?! Why?! Why?'
He questioned his weak self as he struggled to hold his ground against his opponent.
'I have to win.'
This thought came to his mind again, but the resolve in his eyes dimmed.
"Can I win?" He questioned his resolve and strength, and the answer he received made him despair.
"No! I have to win!" He shouted as he regained his momentum and proceeded to attack.
***
As Hua Fu fought his losing battle, two figures stood in a corner of the Combat Hall.
One was a dark blue-haired man, around 20 years old, with a handsome face. The other was a lady with golden hair who appeared quite young, around 18 years old.
Many disciples around them secretly stole glances at the duo; they just couldn't take their eyes off them.
