"How far along are we? Third Sister's fighting spirit is still building up—it hasn't reached its grand eruption yet." Shi Yuhui clenched her fists nervously. "Come on, kid! Hit her! Hit her hard—the harder, the better!"
Chu Feiyan asked strangely, "What kind of thing is that to say? Your little sister's getting beaten up, and you're this happy?"
Shi Yulei set down her spatula and walked over. "Third Dummy's strength isn't the offensive kind. Her true strength lies in defense and endurance. Only genuinely powerful attacks can awaken her greatest talent. Right now, she's like a lump of stubborn iron—it needs the hottest flames to turn red-hot, and even more, it needs the strongest hammer blows to forge it."
"Only forging that surpasses the limit can unearth potential that surpasses the limit."
"I get it." Understanding dawned on Chu Feiyan. "The little girl's the passive type—holy crap! That's blinding!"
Chu Feiyan's startled cry marked the moment Shi Yuwei's frenzied fighting spirit was finally ignited amid their extreme exchange of blows.
The last time Shi Yuwei's fighting spirit had been ignited was during their previous duel. Back then, Shi Tiexin had broken through one of Shi Yuwei's punches with a defensive counterattack. It could be said that he had struck her right where she had been proudest, and then she had exploded like a firecracker.
Even now, Shi Tiexin clearly remembered how powerful, how exaggerated, and yet how fleeting that surging fighting spirit had been as it expanded in an instant like a great explosion. After that flash-in-the-pan outburst came her aggrieved, regretful expression, which had left Shi Tiexin sighing for a long time.
Today, Shi Yuwei finally erupted once more.
At a distance of barely three feet, Shi Tiexin felt Shi Yuwei's strength, will, emotions, and condition begin to surge