บท 73: The Fight

"You can't be here," Yuan Bojing said as he faced Long Xia, who was in front of him now. 

She wore black fighting gear, a sword strapped to her back. Her face was flushed; her features were hard and determined. Yuan Bojing unconsciously smiled.

Instead of coming straight over, Long Xia had believed Yuan Bojing would still be standing, long enough for her to get ready look the part. This was the fighting ring, her fighting ring—and with the eighth member present, it was now officially the final battle. 

The Eight Organizations hadn't always followed the rules. It was in their nature to bend and twist them. Pushing it two days early didn't mean anything, and he knew his mother was present—the others were too. It was official. 

Still, he'd rather her not be here because there were no more rules on this ground. It was no longer fair. And they both could die.