Yu Xuan gave his opponent no time to breathe.
He closed the distance once again, pressing the attack with relentless precision. His strikes came in a swift, calculated rhythm slash, thrust, sweep, forcing Gu Yifan onto the defensive.
And yet… his opponent didn't seem flustered.
Too composed, Yu Xuan noted, his eyes narrowing. His opponent was defending like he doesn't even intend to win.
It was odd. Gu Yifan parried and blocked efficiently, conserving energy, but showed no signs of aggression. As if this match was merely a formality to him.
Yu Xuan tested him, intentionally left an opening in his stance.
Gu Yifan noticed it… but didn't capitalize.
'He's holding back.' Yu Xuan's frown deepened. Why? What was he planning?
Disappointed, he decided it was time to end this match.
But before he could move in, Gu Yifan's golden dragon fists suddenly flared with renewed brilliance.
