Several days later...
With a fierce whoosh, his leg kicked towards her, and Qin Qin bent over to narrowly avoid it before immediately countering with a sharp-fisted strike, which Zhao Han forcefully parried, stepping back several paces.
Their figures clashed across the expansive training ground with the speed of a violent wind.
Their sparring concluded with Qin Qin's palm wind halting directly in front of Zhao Han's face, leaving him with an expression of shock that soon turned into acceptance.
Applause and voices of approval echoed from around them.
"My thanks for letting me win," Zhao Han took a step back, cupping his fist towards Qin Qin in respect.
He, a man in his thirties and once a champion Eagle King, had been defeated by an eighteen-year-old girl.
Qin Qin smiled slightly, glancing at Zhao Han's legs, now as good as before, "Although you're not quite there yet, for you to fight like this now, you truly deserve the title of the former Eagle King."