As several stewards planted the banner for the competition.
The martial arts tournament officially began!
"Elder Sister Chu, forgive me!"
Chen Qiuyue's eyes gleamed. Her form was like a royal spear as she unleashed a cascade of sword attacks, aimed at Chu Youwei who sat composedly playing her zither.
"She's attacking! She's attacking!"
"This Junior Sister Chen is truly a fearless young challenger! She's going all out right from the start!"
"Indeed! This Through Rain Cloud Sword Style from Red Cloud Peak, in the hands of Junior Sister Chen, has unleashed at least 120% of its power!"
"Alas, the pressure's on Elder Sister Chu now!"
"My heavens, a martial tournament isn't a dinner party! Why is she still acting so elegantly composed?"
"Tsk, tsk, the outcome seems decided! Luckily, I bet everything on Junior Sister Chen!"
"Me too!"
"Junior Sister Chen, forever the goddess!"
