The air was thick with tension, and the crowd's collective breath was held in anticipation. The dust that had settled after the explosion of energy still clung to the air, the arena eerily quiet as both combatants steadied themselves.
"Ming'er!" Feng Haotiang worriedly called out leaning on the rail of the balcony they sat on
Feng Jiao Xue shattered Feng Ming's defense, but Feng Ming was not one to back down easily. Her eyes, sharp and focused, narrowed with a cold, deadly intent. Her hands trembled slightly, but she quickly steadied herself, lifting her head high with a regal, almost disdainful air.
"You should be grateful," Feng Ming sneered, her voice dripping with venom as she wiped the blood that spurt out of her mouth. "that I even allowed you to reach this far."
