A blown kiss.
Qian Wanyu stood in the arena, holding the Water-Thunder Whip. Purple lightning flickered within it, crackling from time to time, its power even greater than usual. She stood motionless, the pressure radiating from her like a small mountain.
Even the referee standing to one side could barely withstand it. He could not help retreating several steps farther from her, lest the long whip accidentally catch him in its reach.
Before the referee could call for the match to begin, Meng Yixiao gave Qian Wanyu a meaningful smile. He made a strange gesture at her. "Qian Wanyu, I know you."
The corners of Qian Wanyu's lips lifted slightly. It had been a long time since she had savored the feeling of mercilessly trampling someone underfoot before so many people.