C1800 Their Faces Were Stronger than Their Strength

Lee Yirui was increasingly on the defensive. Hwa Ziyu's attacks, while not particularly sharp, were exceptionally tenacious. It was akin to the excruciating pain and despair of cutting flesh with a dull knife.

Zhan Ying wasn't faring much better. The girls' attacks varied constantly—now graceful and nimble, now bizarre and ruthless, at times like towering waves