Yuelin and Hua's match!

On one side of the platform, Ming Yuelin stood, her stance relaxed yet firm and her fists loosely clenched at her sides.

She wore no weapon, no armor, only a simple training robe that allowed her free movement.

Opposite to her was Chun Zing, a swordswoman clad in icy blue robes that shimmered with ice, held a long, slender blade.

Her face was pale and her blue eyes reflected an unyielding calm, as the wind stirred, a flurry of ice particles trailed around her, encasing the ground beneath her feet in thin sheets of ice.

The referee raised his hand, signaling the start of the match.

"Begin!"

Chun Zing wasted no time and with a sharp flick of her wrist, she unleashed a wave of ice, the frigid energy spiraling from her blade in jagged shards that hurtled toward Ming Yuelin. 

Ming Yuelin's eyes narrowed and her body tensed as she sprang forward, her movements swift and fluid like a coiled spring released.