Han Yu was rather impressed by She Ming.
'She's good. Probably from some prestigious clan,' he mused, noting her elegant yet practical light-blue robes and the steel-ribbed fan strapped to her waist. 'Her weapon's a fan? Huh. Fancy.'
The fight lasted for a full ten minutes—longer than any other bout so far. While Fan Lian's technique was solid, She Ming's stamina and agility gave her the edge. In the end, Fan Lian's energy waned, and She Ming, seeing her moment, struck with precision.
Han Yu watched with growing admiration. 'I need to be careful around her. She fights like a snake—silent, patient, and deadly.'
But even as he analyzed her skill, he couldn't help but smirk to himself.
'At least she fights fair. Unlike me.'
She Ming launched a fierce counterattack, combining rapid punches and swift kicks that backed Fan Lian into a corner.
SMACK!
With an axe kick, she struck Fan Lian on his shoulder, making the boy stumble back.
