Under the tense atmosphere, the battle on the high platform was on the verge of erupting.
"Brother Leng, please enlighten me,"
Ling Qianxue's clear voice echoed through the mountain's midair, possessing a kind of magical power, rendering the area silent. Only the unblinking eyes of the onlookers locked on the two competitors on the platform.
"When I spar with others, I never hold back. If Junior Sister Ling gets injured unintentionally, I hope for your understanding."
Amidst the convergence of countless gazes, Leng Ruofeng also slightly lifted his head, looking at the exquisite and slender beauty before him. A flicker of emotion surfaced in his indifferent eyes, but that trace of emotion soon vanished, replaced once again by boundless indifference.
"Swords and sabers have no sentiments; injuries are inevitable. Brother Leng, make your move."