Zhong Lizi turned around and looked at her opponent, her gaze calm and confident.
He seemed to be a second-year senior. She had heard that his family had hired three private tutors for him, that his vital energy level was high, and that his practical combat skills were strong too.
So what? I have a private tutor too. My vital energy level was just tested, and it's higher than yours. As for practical combat skills...
She suddenly remembered what Jing Jiu had told her beneath the cliff.
-As long as you're fast.
What did that mean? Did it mean the same thing as that familiar line from the movies-of all the martial arts under heaven, only speed could not be defeated?
Zhong Lizi pondered this as she put on her protective gear.
The boy smiled at her and said, "We should make this quick. There are at least three more rounds after this."
It would take roughly that many bouts to go from the preliminary round to deciding the final winner. Apparently, he was confident he could make it to the end.
Zhong Lizi did not know whether it was Jing Jiu's influence, but she spoke even less than before now, looking every bit an icy beauty. She extended a finger and beckoned.
The boy paused slightly, then charged.
Silver hair drifted through the gaps in her protective gear, turning into countless streaks of light.
Muffled by the transparent barrier, the cries of surprise sounded rather dull, like the thunder she had only heard about but never actually heard.
The sound of someone in heavy protective gear crashing to the ground, however, was perfectly clear.
She lowered the half-broken wooden stick in her hand, somewhat dazed, and instinctively turned toward the little door.
That figure was already gone.
There was