A Round Head

While Fuhara was getting ready to laugh at Feng Wu, Feng Wu had finished writing on the sword.

She then glanced at Fuhara. "Let's begin."

Begin?

Begin what?

Fuhara looked at Feng Wu in bewilderment.

Feng Wu said, "Don't be daft. The battle isn't over yet."

Fuhara stared at Feng Wu in disbelief. "Are you not giving up?"

Fuhara retrieved his sword and glanced at it.

He thought Feng Wu would write something meaningful.

Looking closer, he realized they were strange symbols.

They looked like inscriptions, but he couldn't recognize any of them.

"Give up?"

Feng Wu looked up at the sky, and when she looked at Fuhara again, her face was grim.

"Let's begin!"

Feng Wu charged at Fuhara like a small tornado.

Fuhara smirked.

"Feng Wu, you must have a death wish!

"Die!

"Dragon Power!

"Die!"

Fuhara aimed at Feng Wu's forehead with the tip of his sword.