"Since you know how to fight too, let's see who's stronger!"
Hua Yuezhu's red lips curved into a smile. Her voice brimmed with fighting spirit, and she pressed harder with her sword.
Mo Xie felt the increased force against his blade and cursed inwardly.
What's with this woman? Why has she suddenly gone crazy?!
He relaxed his grip. Yama immediately dipped, and the sword pressing against it followed, sinking into the dirt.
Mo Xie stepped back, retreating like a ghost. He did not stop until ten meters lay between them.
"Trying to run?"
Hua Yuezhu had no intention of letting him off so easily. She had heard what he said loud and clear, and she wanted to see just how strong he was.
Gripping her sword, she pushed off in her high heels and swiftly pursued him on long, straight legs clad in black stockings.
Her sword swept through the air, its sharp edge cutting the wind with a series of whistles.
Mo Xie dodged Hua Yuezhu's fierce attacks. Every strike seemed a hair's breadth from landing, yet he narrowly avoided each one. It was uncanny.
Hua Yuezhu immediately realized he was an expert. Her brows drew together, and the fighting spirit in her eyes burned brighter.
Her attacks grew sharper, but she still could not hit him. Frustration gradually welled up, and she snapped,
"What's the point of dodging all the time? If you've got the guts, fight me head-on!"
If I don't dodge, should I just stand here and let you stab me full of holes?
Mo Xie evaded the sword coming at him and sighed helplessly. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes.
Things had come this far. He would stop dodging and simply knock her down. Then she would stop attacking.
*That's it. I'll do just