Lu Xiaoyou drank a sip of mineral water, beads of sweat slipping from her forehead.
In her exchange with Yan Nanxun, her energy was primarily spent dissolving the force of his attacks. The consequence of being injured by brute force was the appearance of bruises and swelling on the back of Lu Xiaoyou's hand, her wrist, and her arm.
Sitting in the fighting ring with Yan Nanxun, Lu Xiaoyou didn't mind the injuries on her hands.
Yan Nanxun didn't want to discuss Long Yinghua anymore. Turning his face away, he lifted his head to look at the small, latticed window on the wall. Through this tiny window, one could see a vast expanse of blue sky outside.
Golden sunlight shone through the window, landing on Yan Nanxun's youthful and elegant features. He saw birds soaring through the sky, and a longing emotion spilled from his dark eyes.
"So, will you participate in this year's Martial Arts Association?" Lu Xiaoyou asked.
