"What now? Do you really think I'm afraid of you, Qing Shui? If you truly wish to fight me, my hands are itching for a vessel to pour out my grievances!" Guo Shan's voice was icy, his tone dripping with disdain as his stance shifted into an offensive posture.
His aura flared, a visible ripple of energy that seemed to distort the air around him.
"So what? Let's test your hand today!" Qing Shui shot back, his voice steady and fearless.
A glint of combat intent flashed in his eyes, sharp and unyielding. He stood tall, his own aura surging forward to meet Guo Shan's, creating a palpable tension in the air.
The two forces clashed, a silent battle of wills that seemed to shake the very ground beneath their feet.
For a moment, neither moved. They stood locked in a stalemate, each waiting for the other to make the first move, to reveal a flaw that could be exploited.
The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves in the wind.
HONG!
