The atmosphere inside the dimly lit room crackled with tension.
Two figures moved like shadows—fluid, precise, dangerous.
Lin Yuxi and Tang Zhenyu were locked in a brutal, relentless battle.
Yuxi darted across the room, her movements sharp and unpredictable, slipping through gaps in Zhenyu's defenses like water through cracks. She didn't have his raw power, but she was agile, fast, and ruthless in exploiting every mistake he made—though he made very few.
Zhenyu, on the other hand, was formidable. His movements were controlled, every attack backed by sheer force and precision. If Yuxi was an untouchable shadow, he was an unstoppable force.
A clash of speed and strength.
A deadly balance of offense and defense.
Blows were exchanged at lightning speed—fists striking, feet pivoting, bodies twisting. The air itself seemed to pulse with each impact, the dull thuds of strikes echoing against the walls.