The punch missed cleanly.
Yue Shanshan didn't stop.
She followed with a fast elbow strike.
Ling Qingxue leaned back a little.
The elbow cut through the air in front of her nose.
The crowd gasped.
"She dodged again!"
"Does she have eyes on her forehead?!"
"No—she has eyes on her soul!"
Yue Shanshan grinned.
"This is fun."
She punched again—
a heavy punch aimed at Ling's ribs.
Ling raised her arm and blocked softly.
The impact sounded like a dull thud,
but Ling didn't move.
Yue Shanshan's eyes brightened.
"Oh? You're blocking now?"
Ling nodded calmly.
"You're strong. I have to."
They clashed again.
Yue Shanshan attacked like a storm—
punches, kicks, elbows, knees.
Ling Qingxue blocked and dodged with tiny steps.
She looked like she was walking through the attacks,
calm and steady.
Han Yi hugged the ground.
"I think… I'm watching two disasters fight."
Mu Chen nodded.
"Yeah. One is an earthquake… the other is a tsunami…"
Lei Feng added,
