Edge (4,000 Words; Asking for Monthly Votes)

Chen Jia laughed. "A Wen, I'm betting on you!"

Ao Jiu stopped his grueling practice too and watched with interest.

Master Huang pulled up a chair, sat down with a cup of tea, and watched thoughtfully.

Compared with Little Dragon's flamboyant energy, Li Xiuwen walked calmly onto the platform and smiled. "Senior Sister, you first."

"Then don't mind if I do!" Little Dragon lunged forward, her palms striking like a pair of doors swinging shut.

Light, nimble force surged through Li Xiuwen's feet. He used Thousand-Wave Floating Radiance to evade the blow, wondering how many moves he should take to win.

He was confident he could win within ten moves.

Thirty, then. Winning by a narrow margin would do.

Li Xiuwen kept dodging. With Thousand-Wave Floating Radiance at Minor Mastery, he drifted like duckweed on water, impossible to pin down.

Little Dragon's palms were like the fins of a Giant Whale, carrying gusts of wind and rolling waves through an unbroken assault.

At first glance, Little Dragon seemed to have the upper hand.

"The gap in realm is pretty big. One's using a basic Combat Method, the other an Advanced Combat Method. This will be tough," Chen Jia sighed.

"Phew..." Lu Yu let out a breath. A Wen wouldn't last much longer. Little Dragon could win within a hundred moves.

Ao Jiu, the strongest disciple on the Second Floor, watched A Wen fight, his gaze growing graver.

Eight words summed up his impression: "Every move came to him as naturally as breathing."

Master was right. A Wen had a powerful gift for combat!

By comparison, Little Dragon was stiff, as though she were mechanically running through prescribed moves and techniques.

Little Dragon appeared to have the advantage, but her rhythm had already fallen apart.

"It's over!" Frustrated that she still