The dawn broke, with dewdrops still clinging to the leaves, reluctant to part, while the sun had yet to rise and separate this pair of lovers.
On the Bird Nest Plain, a gentle breeze brushed across the grass, with Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan standing opposite each other, holding the Emerald Bee Swords.
Li Qianxia, yawning, raised one hand and swung it down: "Begin."
Yang Qinglan made the first move.
Her speed was also a ten, but unlike Li Changzhou's heavy and forceful moves, similar to cannonballs, and unlike Li Qianxia's arrow-swift attacks, she moved as lightly as a breeze.
Li Changzhou's blade swayed, and his sword tip was already against her slender, beautiful neck.
"Oh la la," he laughed.
"Again," Yang Qinglan stepped back, turned around with her delicate lips pursed and a fierce look in her eyes.
A competitive spirit was ignited.
