The two women immediately hurtled toward each other like meteors, launching into a fierce close-quarters battle that sent sparks flying everywhere.
As soon as they exchanged blows, each felt the other's formidable strength. Rather than faltering, excitement stirred in their hearts, and they attacked even harder, thrilled to have found a worthy opponent.
Their figures clashed at lightning speed across the Martial Platform and through the air, sometimes like gracefully dancing fairies, sometimes like beasts locked in a savage struggle.
Their moves flowed like drifting clouds and running water, then lashed out like gale winds and driving rain. They fought fiercely for over an hour, exchanging eight or nine hundred moves.
In the end, Feng Xingyao proved stronger, defeating Liu Jiaojiao at the cost of minor injuries.
Of all the opponents Feng Xingyao had faced since stepping onto the Martial Platform, Liu Jiaojiao had lasted the longest against her. Their fierce battle was like two brilliant stars crossing paths in the night sky, bursting with dazzling light.
Both women earned deafening cheers and applause from the spectators on both sides. Liu Jiaojiao felt somewhat disappointed, but she also felt deeply gratified and proud. After all, she had fought with everything she had. Though defeated, she had lost with honor!
Before long, seeing that Feng Xingyao's breathing had steadied and she was in good condition, Zhang Jie stepped into the arena without hesitation.
She walked up to Feng Xingyao, and they first exchanged bows to show their respect. After a few pleasantries, they swiftly plunged into a tense, fierce battle.
It was a spectacular fight. They traded blows without giving an inch, exchanging hundreds of rounds in a short time, yet neither could gain a decisive advantage.
Clearly, Zhang Jie was far stronger than Liu Jiaojiao, so much so that