She moved with lightning speed, her body disappearing and reappearing between the flaming projectiles. Her sword sliced through the air with lethal precision, cleanly severing a lance aimed at her throat.
Kang snickered.
"The loser is the one who has no honor."
As Qinling parried an attack, he appeared behind her, his lance thrusting straight toward her flank.
She pivoted, but not fast enough.
The sharp tip pierced her left rib, tearing through flesh in an explosion of flames.
A muffled cry escaped her.
But instead of retreating, she clenched her jaws and pushed forward, forcing the lance deeper…
With a swift movement, she raised her knee, striking Kang squarely in the chest.
The impact resonated like thunder.
Winded, Kang staggered back, instinctively withdrawing his lance. Blackened blood from the flames flowed down Qinling's wound.
She ignored it.
Her eyes lit up with a murderous gleam.
