The Tournament's Final Battle, Part V

Wu Jian kept his breathing even and his eyes on Mei Xilan. He firmly gripped Pale Moon in his right hand, though it was only held in a loose grip at his side.

Their battle had come to a standstill ever since Mei Xilan stopped using her mist technique. Now should have been the perfect time to attack. However, something about the woman before him made his hair stand on end. He’d only ever felt this way when confronted with an overwhelming foe and it made him wary.

“Out of all the people I have fought in this tournament, you are definitely the strongest,” Mei Xilan said.

“What a coincidence. I was about to say the same thing,” Wu Jian admitted.

Mei Xilan was not as strong as the Hell Ape or the Giant Stinger, but what she lacked in strength, she made up for in technique. She had a counter for all of his moves and fought with the strategic genius a normal magical beast lacked. That was what made her such a difficult to confront foe.