The two women flickered and simultaneously retreated half a step, but their weapons never stopped. Another round of ferocious attacks immediately followed.
Their movements flowed as naturally as drifting clouds and running water. Every swing of their weapons produced a crisp, resounding clash, as though they meant to tear the Martial Platform apart.
As they continued exchanging blows, explosions periodically rang out around them, evidently triggered by the powerful energy fluctuations from their fierce battle.
Yet neither woman showed the slightest inclination to retreat before such violent assaults. They pressed forward, yielding nothing, seemingly convinced that only by taking the initiative could they claim the final victory.
At that moment, shouts rose intermittently from the crowd:
"Go, Fairy Xuan! You can beat her!"
"Goddess Xuan is incredible! She's practically invincible!"
"Go, Goddess Liu! We'll always support you!"
"Goddess Xuan is so dashing, so cool! I love her!"
Those voices intertwined, thundering throughout the arena and stirring everyone's spirits.
What drew the most attention to Xuan Qiwu was her captivating beauty and otherworldly bearing, which left everyone present enthralled.
Meanwhile, Liu Jiaojiao also had a large following of devoted supporters, who were desperately waving their banners and cheering for their idol.
Ying Ming Hao, Su Yan, Wang Baishun, and the other men shouted at the tops of their lungs:
"Go, Xuan Qiwu! You're the best!"
Their cheers rose one after another, even drowning out the other spectators.
However, this earned them sidelong looks from Lin Zihan, Xu Paopao, Little Fish, and the other women nearby, their eyes full of displeasure and reproach.
When they had taken the stage earlier, when had these men ever cheered so enthusiastically? Sure enough, men were all pigs' trotters, forever abandoning the old for the new!
In the blink of an eye, the two