Luo Shuihan counted them one by one. Soon, almost all the powerful Heavenly Prodigies had exhausted their three challenges. She knew her chance had come.
And so, under everyone's astonished gazes, Luo Shuihan leaped straight onto the highest Martial Platform and began her moment in the spotlight.
"Junior Brother Ying, you're strong, but I want to contend for first place. Come at me with everything you've got. Don't hold back!"
Luo Shuihan spoke in a clear, ringing voice, making sure every spectator heard her and drawing everyone's attention. That was exactly the effect she wanted.
"Hmph, Junior Sister Luo, my earlier loss to you was nothing but a fluke. This time, I'll show you my true strength!"
Ying Ming Hao snorted coldly, committing fully to the act and cooperating unconditionally with Luo Shuihan's performance. As long as he wasn't embarrassed, the embarrassment belonged to everyone else.
"Watch this, Junior Sister Luo! Lunge punch! Holy crap! Holy crap! Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! Holy crap..."
Ying Ming Hao didn't even draw the Burial Life Blade. He simply stayed where he was, going through a flurry of lunge punches and shouting at the top of his lungs.
Quite a few spectators looked expectant, secretly thinking that, judging by Ying Ming Hao's stance and those lunge punches, the technique had to pack extraordinary power. They were in for a good show.
"Bring it on, Junior Brother! Pure Maiden Fist!"
The corners of Luo Shuihan's mouth twitched a few times, but she still chose to play along. Otherwise, she would be undermining her own performance.
She then performed a set of punches that looked delicate yet carried a murderous edge. The two slowly approached each other and began trading punches and palm strikes.
The spectators cried out in excitement