C193 Competition Competition
"Rustle..."
Crunching through the dry leaves, Su Waner's slender sword quivered with intent. Her movements were graceful, her figure light as a wisp of silk, effortlessly dodging her opponent's strike. In a flash, her blade found its mark in their chest.
In contrast, Jiang Nianrui's assault was more forceful, her long spear sweeping across the battlefield
