'Why…'
'Why…?'
'Why?!' Li Rong felt her whole body trembling, sensing the energy surging from Yuan Ming's attack. 'I am the chosen one! I was personally chosen by the lord!'
'And yet…' Lunging through the air, she clenched her fist, radiating orange energy, while an illusionary image of the sun appeared behind her. '...why am I feeling fear?'
"Fiery Yang Fist!"
Yuan Ming pressed on with determination, his sword emanating a bright light, his senses finely attuned to the subtle shifts of movement around him.
'I can see it, her attack, its weakness, her weakness,' Yuan Ming thought as he shifted the blade in his hands. 'So this is the end, huh?'
*Swish!*
'Huh?' Li Rong's mind grew confused; instead of moving forward, she was falling back. 'What is happening?'
She could not understand what was happening. From the corner of her eyes, she saw something coming from her body and rising upwards.