He's Actually Dead
Victory.
She panted heavily as she beheld his corpse.
She didn't know who he was.
She didn't know where he came from.
All she knew was that she had fought what was the most significant and important battle of her life.
That was saying something.
While she wasn't the oldest of Martial Artists, she certainly was quite old despite retaining her youthful beauty.
She had fought countless battles across centuries.
From her childhood days of being raised in the Underworld, where she had gained her foul tongue, to the many, many battles she had fought as a Martial Artist.
Yet, she instinctively felt that none of those battles were as important as the one from which she had just emerged victorious.
My fear drove me forward. Your fear holds you back. You will obtain unfathomable power should you ever unshackle yourself.