The two young maidens' fight for the number one posting was absolutely thrilling, a spectacle for Yun Yang and the other Supremes to watch.
Both girls were dainty and delicate. If one were a glistening pearl, another would be an emerald jade. One would be utterly fond of them with a single glance.
Ling Xiaorou was a year or two older than Yun Xiuxin, and was thus an inch and a half taller than the latter. Yun Xiuxiu was cold and aloof, but Ling Xiaorou, too, was frosty with a sharp and unruffled gaze.
When the battle began, the girls' usual gentleness was gone; each of their styles was fierce, and each form was fatal. An injury for an injury, a life for a life; it was exceptionally vicious.
Blood was shed from both girls in just five exchanges as one was more savage than the other, while one was more cut-throat than another. They were unrelenting, embodying the prime example of being merciless.