But the spectacle before them sent shivers down their spines. Even without Prince using his inner strength, this girl was incredibly formidable. All of her intricate moves-- striking, resisting, blocking, stabbing, and swinging-- dazzled the spectators.
"Time's up." Si Jinhan, who had been watching the lively scene, was reluctant to see it end. But, as the referee, he had to abide by the agreed-upon time.
The posture of the two on the field was absurd; Lin Ziyin's short stature meant her stick was pressed directly against Chu Suifeng's heart, while Chu Suifeng's stick lay against Lin Ziyin's throat. Both of them were targeting fatal areas, implying a draw with no clear winner.
The soldiers were eager to see how many white dots were on each person.
Si Jinhan nonchalantly began to check the white dots on both of them.
In the end, Lin Ziyin's body had more white dots than Chu Suifeng's, several more, in fact.
"You've won," Chu Suifeng said indifferently.