A matchup [2]

Grabbing Li Jia's wrist, Zhao Tian twisted it just enough to make her drop the sword, which clattered to the ground.

"Oh dear, you should grip your sword tightly." 

Li Jia gritted her teeth, her cheeks flushing red with both anger and embarrassment as Zhao Tian's mocking words echoed in her ears.

She quickly flipped backward, putting some distance between them.

*whiish* With a flick of her wrist, she summoned twin streams of water that coiled around her hands.

"I'm not done yet..." she uttered, her gaze narrowing.

Zhao Tian chuckled and looked into her eyes "Oh, I hope not. I'd hate for this to be over too soon."

She darted toward him again, her water streams striking like whips, lashing out with incredible speed and precision.

Crack! Crack!

Each strike hit the air, missing its mark by mere inches as Zhao Tian sidestepped with at the last second.