Duel of Destiny

The chilling morning wind swept across the battlefield as Yue Rin locked eyes with the Crown Prince. His smirk held a dangerous edge, his dark robes billowing as he unsheathed his sword—a blade as black as the night, its edge shimmering with a deadly glow.

Jiang Yun clenched his fists. "We have to move—"

"No," Yue Rin interrupted, her voice steady. "We fight."

The Crown Prince let out a soft chuckle. "Foolish. You think you stand a chance?"

Without warning, he moved.

Clash of TitansSteel met steel. Yue Rin barely had time to parry as the Crown Prince's blade struck with the force of a thunderbolt. The impact sent shockwaves through her arms, but she stood her ground, twisting her sword to deflect his next strike.

He was fast—unnaturally so. His movements were sharp, precise, calculated. Every attack forced her to retreat a step, pushing her closer to the edge of the ridge.

She gritted her teeth. She needed to counter.

Ducking under a slash, she spun to the side and struck, aiming for his exposed ribs.

Clang!

He deflected her attack effortlessly, pivoting into a counterstrike. Yue Rin barely dodged, the tip of his blade grazing her cheek. A thin line of blood trailed down her skin.

"Still standing?" the Crown Prince mused. "Impressive."

But his voice held no admiration—only amusement.

The Others Enter the Fray

Zhen Xiu and Jiang Yun rushed forward to assist, but the Crown Prince simply raised a hand. The ground trembled.

From the shadows, dozens of elite guards emerged, surrounding them in a perfect formation.

"Tch." Jiang Yun clicked his tongue. "This bastard planned everything."

Liang Wei tightened his grip on his swords. "We fight through them."

Yue Rin's heart pounded. It was a trap.

The Crown Prince smirked. "End this."

His guards attacked.

A Battle of Blood and Steel

The world erupted into chaos.

Jiang Yun moved like a storm, his dagger slicing through enemies with inhuman speed. Blood sprayed the air as he danced between the assassins, dodging and countering with lethal precision.

Zhen Xiu held his ground, each swing of his greatsword breaking weapons, armor, and bones alike. His strikes were slow compared to Jiang Yun's, but unstoppable.

Liang Wei moved with deadly grace, his twin swords weaving through the battle like a whirlwind of steel. One cut, one kill.

But the enemy was too well-trained. Every time one fell, two more took his place.

And above them all—the Crown Prince watched, unbothered.

Yue Rin's GambleYue Rin's mind raced