The onlookers were all acquaintances, and An Jing didn't have anything to mind. She had sparred with her comrades in the military before, with even more people watching, so she felt no psychological burden at all.
Gong Juese also didn't mind the audience.
Before they started fighting, Gong Juese asked generously, "Jingjing, although you said yesterday you've never lost in a fight, I thought about it and still feel like I should hold back a few moves."
An Jing laughed, "No need for you to hold back. Just bring out your real skills, and if you win with one move, I'll accept it."
"That's what you said, so I won't be polite," Gong Juese boasted with an air of certainty about winning.
Seeing Gong Juese like this, An Jing couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, I said that." She paused, then asked, "What weapon do you want to use?"
"It's up to you," Gong Juese replied with utter confidence, sure that An Jing was no match for her.