At that moment, Feng Xingyao stood on the Martial Platform, staring unblinkingly at Xuan Qiwu as she approached.
When she saw that the woman before her possessed breathtaking beauty in both face and figure, even surpassing her own by a fraction, a fierce surge of jealousy rose in her heart.
Feng Xingyao had always considered herself the most beautiful woman under heaven. Now, suddenly discovering that such a beauty, capable of toppling cities and kingdoms, actually existed left her utterly shocked and crestfallen.
The feeling of being surpassed was far too unfamiliar to Feng Xingyao. After all, she had always been supremely confident and pursued perfection.
Yet now, faced with the extraordinary Xuan Qiwu, she had to admit that she was not flawless. An indescribable sense of defeat welled up in her heart.
Just then, Xuan Qiwu said softly:
"You've been fighting continuously for quite some time. You must be exhausted, aren't you?
Why don't we rest for a while and have a fair match in an hour?"
As she finished speaking, the corners of her lips lifted into a faint smile, as soothing as a spring breeze brushing one's face.
In truth, Xuan Qiwu had made this suggestion because she did not want to take advantage of facing an exhausted opponent while she herself was fresh. If she won by exploiting someone else's vulnerability, she might face criticism afterward.
Thus, she would rather wait a while to ensure that the match truly reflected both their abilities. That way, no one could claim afterward that her victory had been dishonorable.
Deeply proud, Feng Xingyao had originally intended to refuse without hesitation. But when she sensed the unparalleled confidence radiating from Xuan Qiwu, she fell briefly silent.
After careful consideration, she wisely abandoned the idea of forcing herself to carry