592 Changes and Constants

Panting heavily,

gasping for breath, sweat drenching their backs, the sound of their hearts pounding echoed above their eardrums.

Li Wei and TJ each flipped over and sat on the ground, neither in a hurry to stand up, quietly watching each other, their eyes flickering with high spirits and the sharp scent of blood, neither giving an inch as they clashed—

Sparks flew.

Then.

Li Wei propped himself up with his hands and stood first, before he had even stabilized; TJ also rolled up and stood, looking at Li Wei with a beaming smile.

Their gazes met briefly; neither said anything more and turned to walk back to their respective teams, both ready for the next confrontation.

Their fighting spirit was burning.