"It seemed you'd been waiting for this day for a long time." Seeing Wang Qiu'er's eager expression, Huo Yuhao teased her.
Wang Qiu'er raised her snow-white chin, a smile curling at her lips. "Of course. Back when Di... my dad was around, I couldn't spar with you. Now that the chance is here, I can't let it slip away."
How stupid. I almost let it slip... Wang Qiu'er cursed herself inwardly.
Only Shrek Academy's higher-ups knew her identity. This was not something she could tell everyone.
"Are you ready?" Ma Xiaotao stood at the center of the Training Ground, her gaze moving back and forth between them.
"Ready," they answered in unison.
Ma Xiaotao immediately called out, "The spar begins."
The moment her words fell, Wang Qiu'er charged toward Huo Yuhao like a cannonball. Golden light already enveloped her fist, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard.
In the blink of an eye, she had rushed to within five meters of Huo Yuhao. Her elbow bent as she threw a fierce punch. There were no flashy moves, but the gust from her fist carried crushing pressure, as though even the air had been compressed.
Whoosh.
Just as everyone waited to see how Huo Yuhao would counter Wang Qiu'er, layers upon layers of frost inexplicably condensed before him, like a mirror that covered everything.
Amid a sharp cracking sound, the frost was shattered by her punch. Ice fragments scattered through the air, each shard reflecting Wang Qiu'er's sharp gaze and Huo Yuhao's calm smile.
Huo Yuhao was already within arm's reach of Wang Qiu'er.
Why wasn't he counterattacking or dodging? The thought flashed through Wang Qiu'er's mind. Though puzzled, she did not hold back in the slightest.
But she quickly realized something was wrong, while cries of