The crowd's attention turned to the next match, where the Heaven Defying Sect's Qing Yu would face off against the Heavenly Sword Sect. Qing Yu stepped onto the stage, her beauty mesmerizing the crowd. She wore a pink Chinese attire, her black hair flowing in the wind, and her eyes gleamed with a cold intensity.
Zhao Min thought to herself, "I need to stay focused and not let my guard down."
Her opponent, Li Xiang, a disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect, emerged with a charming smile. He was dressed in a sleek white uniform, his hair styled in a fashionable manner, and his eyes sparkled with a flirtatious glint.
Zhao Min's expression remained cold, her voice devoid of emotion. "Let's get this over with.
Zhao Min's eyes narrowed as Li Xiang approached her, his charming smile and flirtatious gaze making her skin crawl. She thought to herself, "This idiot thinks he can distract me with his good looks and flowery words? I'll crush him, but first, let's see how long he can keep up this act."
Li Xiang's voice was like honey, sweet and smooth, as he said, "You're as beautiful as a rose, Qing Yu. But don't worry, I'll make sure to handle you gently...in the fight, of course."
Zhao Min's expression remained cold, her voice devoid of emotion. "Save your breath, Li Xiang. Your words won't work on me, and neither will your sword."
As Li Xiang attacked, Zhao Min thought, "He's fast, but his movements are too flashy. He's trying to impress the crowd, but also testing my defenses." She countered his strikes with ease, her movements economical and deadly.
Li Xiang's smile never wavered, but his eyes sparkled with interest. "You're stronger than I thought, Qing Yu. But don't worry, I'll still make it a enjoyable fight...for both of us."
Zhao Min's gaze was icy. "Enjoyable? You think this is a game, Li Xiang? I'll show you the true meaning of pain."
The battle raged on, with neither side giving an inch. Li Xiang's flirting never ceased, but his sword strikes became more precise, more deadly. Zhao Min found herself on the defensive, her movements becoming more fluid, more aggressive.
"You're a worthy opponent, Qing Yu," Li Xiang said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "I'm having the time of my life fighting you."
Zhao Min's expression twisted in anger. "You're enjoying this? I'll make you regret ever stepping onto this stage."
Zhao Min's mind raced as she parried Li Xiang's strikes. "He's adapting to my movements, anticipating my counterattacks. I need to change my strategy, make him think I'm weak."
She deliberately left an opening, and Li Xiang took the bait, striking with a powerful blow. Zhao Min pretended to stumble, her eyes widening in mock fear.
Li Xiang's smile grew wider. "You're not as strong as I thought, Qing Yu. Time to end this."
But Zhao Min's thoughts were far from fearful. "He's overconfident now, thinks he has the upper hand. Time to strike."
With a swift kick, Zhao Min sent Li Xiang flying across the stage. He struggled to get back to his feet, his face pale.
Li Xiang's thoughts were a jumble of surprise and admiration. "She's stronger than I thought, and smarter. I need to be more careful, use my charm to distract her."
Zhao Min's gaze was icy. "You think charm can save you, Li Xiang? I'll show you the true meaning of power."
Zhao Min's breath came in ragged gasps as she stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on Li Xiang's triumphant smile. "No, no, no...this can't be happening," she thought, her mind racing with desperation.
Li Xiang's sword flashed in the light, striking true and slicing through Zhao Min's defenses. She cried out in pain as the blade bit deep into her side, just above the ribcage. Her pale white skin was now marred by a crimson gash, and her curvy body trembled with shock.
Zhao Min's thoughts were a jumble of fear and panic. "I'm losing...I can't believe I'm losing. My techniques, my strategies...all failing me."
As she fell to one knee, her clothes tore, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, unblemished skin. Li Xiang's eyes flickered with interest, but his smile never wavered.
"You're a true warrior, Qing Yu," he said, his voice dripping with admiration. "But sometimes, even warriors fall."
Zhao Min's gaze was icy, her voice barely above a whisper. "I...I won't fall. I won't lose."
But her body betrayed her, her strength failing as she slumped to the ground. Li Xiang's sword raised high, ready to deliver the final blow...