This battle made Jingliu feel the ultimate thrill and exhilaration for the first time in her life.
She discovered that Qianyi was practically a master tailor-made for her. No matter how grievous his injuries were, he would instantly recover the next second, allowing her to throw herself wholeheartedly into battle. In this life-or-death slaughter, she could clearly feel herself transforming with every passing moment.
Yet gradually, she noticed that Qianyi's attacks had become more restrained. His gaze often drifted elsewhere, and his sword strikes grew increasingly streamlined until only the most countering move of all remained: the thrust.
"Don't hold back! Come at me with everything you've got!!!" Jingliu's sword grew several degrees faster, her voice brimming with dissatisfaction at Qianyi's deliberate restraint.
"I think we can take a mid-fight break." Qianyi sheathed his sword and stepped half a pace back, shifting his gaze to indicate that she should look at her body, which was now barely covered.
Jingliu's clothing had long since been shredded in the fierce battle. Fragments of her dress hung loosely over her firm body before sliding down her slender frame and scattering across the ground like a withered white lotus beaten by rain.
The remaining white underwear covered the important parts of her body. It was the simplest possible style, yet it made her skin appear all the more lustrous as jade beneath the dim light. She was very slender, with clearly defined, elegant collarbones; her flat stomach had not a trace of excess flesh, and her legs were straight and long. Her entire being radiated a moonlight-like beauty.
Clean, refined, aloof.
It was a temperament completely unlike Kiana's.
"Would Abundance Pests show mercy just because your clothes and armor have been damaged?" Jingliu frowned, her displeasure nearly overflowing.
The war between the Xianzhou and