Ming Yue, aware of his waning momentum, pushed forward with a focused intensity. She closed the distance between them with measured steps, her single-handed wooden sword slicing through the air.
In one particularly decisive move, she parried a final surge of spirit qi with her blade, her timing precise enough to redirect his attack away from his center. The resulting contact forced Jiang Hao to stumble back, a deep bruise forming across his ribcage.
Even as the bruise darkened, his healing abilities began their work, the pain ebbing away as quickly as it had come.
"Junior Brother, use your qi more wisely"
As their battle wore on, the exchange of attacks became a continuous loop of action. Jiang Hao's spirit qi surged forth in new combinations, each attack more daring than the last
