From the stands, Elder Shun chuckled lightly, addressing Lord Yen in a hushed tone meant for Lady Ming to overhear. "Such spirit, such ferocity. They fight as though they have something to prove."
"Perhaps they do," Lord Yen replied, his eyes flickering toward Ming Chao once more, subtly hoping for even the slightest acknowledgment from her. "A testament, perhaps, to Lady Ming's guidance."
But Lady Ming's expression did not waver. Her gaze remained steady on the fight below, her voice cutting through the other elders' fawning remarks. "Victory is not about spirit. It is about precision, efficiency, and the ability to adapt. Anything less is unworthy of my academy."
'Though there is something unusual about that Azmodeus kid… Something isn't right about him… I can't seem to pinpoint what that something is, though…'