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Chapter 216: A match up!

Days rolled and the competitions continued in full force...

The arena was quiet, the sky illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight.

The gentle hum of the barrier surrounding the fighting grounds was the only sound, ensuring their sparring match would remain private.

Jin Wei stretched her arms lazily, her movements fluid yet deliberate. "It’s rare to have the great Zhang Yuan all to myself for a sparring match," she teased, her lips curving into a playful smirk.

With a smile, Jin Wei stepped forward and raised her fists, her stance balanced and poised.

Zhang Yuan mirrored her movements, raising his hands defensively. "Ready?"

"Always."

*woosh* Without warning, Jin Wei lunged, her fist cutting through the air as she aimed for his chest.

Zhang Yuan sidestepped smoothly, his hand brushing hers aside.

She spun on her heel, sending a quick kick toward his side but he caught her ankle, holding it firmly but without force.

"Fast," he remarked, releasing her and stepping back.

"But not fast enough."

Jin Wei chuckled, her eyes lighting with joy. "We’ll see about that."

She darted forward again, this time feinting a right hook before spinning low and sweeping at his legs.

Zhang Yuan leaped effortlessly, twisting in the air and landing lightly a few steps away.

"Predictable," he said in a playful tone.

"Oh, come on," Jin Wei retorted, shaking her head as she closed the distance once more.

She launched a series of rapid punches and kicks, her attacks flowing seamlessly as she tested his defenses.

Zhang Yuan deflected each strike with minimal movement, his hands moving like a blur as he guided her blows away from their intended targets.

"Are you planning to fight or dance?" he teased, catching her wrist mid-strike and spinning her gently away from him.

Jin Wei laughed, her momentum carrying her a few steps before she turned to face him again. "You’re so smug, Yuan. I should wipe that smirk off your face."

"Feel free to try."

She darted in close, moving in an unpredictable way.

A quick jab aimed at his shoulder transitioned into a spinning back fist that nearly connected.

Zhang Yuan barely dodged, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he countered with a low palm strike.

Jin Wei blocked it with her forearm, her foot snapping up to force him back.

"Better," he admitted, stepping away and rolling his shoulder.

"You’ve improved."

"Flattery won’t save you," she quipped, lunging again.

This time, their hands met in a flurry of exchanged strikes.

Jin Wei’s fists were fast and precise, but Zhang Yuan’s blocks and counters were equally skilled, their arms tangling briefly before he twisted her wrist in a gentle lock.

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She slipped free, pivoting on her heel and driving an elbow toward his chest.

He ducked, retaliating with an open-palm push that sent her skidding back a few steps.

"Uff... that was hard." Ming Yuelin regained her footing just in time to duck under a follow-up hook aimed at her jaw.

She countered with a quick jab to Xue Hua’s ribs, the impact leaving a sharp pain.

Xue Hua grunted but didn’t falter.

Instead, she twisted her body, spinning around and delivering a fierce elbow to Ming Yuelin’s temple.

Ming Yuelin staggered to the side, her vision blurring for a moment, but her grin widened. "Not bad," she said, blood dripping from the corner of her left eye.

Xue Hua pressed forward, and a series of punches landed against Ming Yuelin’s forearms as she tried to block, each one driving her further back.

Finally, Xue Hua’s knee shot up, slamming into Ming Yuelin’s stomach with a sickening thud.

Ming Yuelin doubled over, gasping for air, but even in her pain, she couldn’t help but laugh.

"You’re enjoying this too much," Xue Hua muttered, her lips curving into a small smile.

"What can I say?" Ming Yuelin coughed, straightening up.

"You hit like a dragon."

*thud* A brutal uppercut sent Ming Yuelin’s head snapping back, blood spraying into the air. *splash*

Before Ming Yuelin could recover, Xue Hua delivered a spinning kick that connected squarely with her side, the impact echoing across the arena.

Ming Yuelin crashed into the sand, coughing and clutching her ribs.

Ming Yuelin groaned as she pushed herself back up, wiping the blood from her lip with the back of her hand.

Xue Hua moved again, and Ming Yuelin tried to counter, throwing a wild hook, but Xue Hua easily sidestepped it and drove her fist into Ming Yuelin’s stomach again.

The force lifted Ming Yuelin off her feet momentarily before she crumpled to her knees.

Despite the pain, Ming Yuelin laughed, spitting blood into the sand. "You’re relentless."

Xue Hua knelt down slightly, her smile soft but her eyes sharp. "You’re still standing. That’s impressive."

With a laugh, Ming Yuelin surged back to her feet, catching Xue Hua off guard with a sudden flurry of punches.

One managed to clip Xue Hua’s jaw, snapping her head to the side.

The brief advantage gave Ming Yuelin enough time to deliver a swift kick to Xue Hua’s thigh, causing her to stagger.

But Xue Hua recovered almost instantly, and her response was merciless.

A devastating right hook smashed into Ming Yuelin’s cheek, sending her reeling in the air.

Xue Hua followed up with a series of rapid strikes to Ming Yuelin’s ribs and stomach, each blow landing with precision and power.

"Guargh!" Ming Yuelin was on the defensive now, barely able to keep up with Xue Hua’s onslaught.

A sharp kick to her side forced her to her knees again, blood dripping from her mouth and nose.

Yet, even as she knelt there, battered and bruised, she looked up at Xue Hua with that same defiant grin.

"You’re a monster," Ming Yuelin said, her voice hoarse but filled with admiration.

"And you’re stubborn," Xue Hua replied, extending a hand to help her up.

Ming Yuelin swatted the hand away, forcing herself to stand. "Not done yet."

Xue Hua sighed, shaking her head. "You’re ridiculous."

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