"Come!"
With a single word from Wu Han, Hong Qing shot forward.
Her figure blurred. The sword carved toward his neck in a blink.
Bong!
Wu Han snapped his silver spear upward and caught the strike in time, yet the impact shoved him back a full two steps. The force ran through his arms and rattled his bones.
This woman wanted him dead.
Anyone with eyes could see it. That opening move carried no restraint. Whispers rose among the spectators as people began to wonder what this fight truly meant.
If she killed Wu Han, I would be free. If she failed, he would join me.
Either way Luo Phen would benefit.
He had already promised to handle the aftermath and told Hong Qing to go all out.
And it matched what she wanted from the start.
"You really did grow stronger!" Hong Qing's smile widened as her blade whipped forward again and again, a storm of cuts that forced Wu Han entirely onto defense.
