Lessons for the unhatched (7)

As the fight went on, Jin Zhang's punches and movements got swallowed in an unrelenting tide of sword strikes. Mei Ling's figure couldn't be seen in the avalanche, all that was present was an ocean tide sound accompanied by a spray of blood.

After a quarter of an hour passed since the change in Mei Ling's attack, Jin Zhang's uproarious laughter that he had maintained all throughout the fight suddenly stopped as he fell backward with a satisfied smile on his face. He was missing all his limbs that had been smoothly sliced to mince while every part of his torso to his face was filled with deep slashing marks. His blood had a firey element to it that attempted to burn the floor every time it dripped on it, however, it was useless since the arena was built to handle the fight of even peak domain experts.