Yin Yuanji flicked his slender sword and advanced, trying to get close to Su Xiyao. He wanted to feel if her figure was as good as it looked in close combat. In battles, physical contact was inevitable, and no one could find fault with it.

In truth, Yin Yuanji could have won long ago, but he didn't want to. It was rare to encounter a beautiful woman with weaker strength, good looks, and a great figure; how could he let her go so easily?

Recalling the disgusting words he had just said, Su Xiyao panicked and quickly retreated. Thus, the two engaged in a chase.

Soon, they reached the edge of the martial arena. Knowing she couldn't retreat any further, Su Xiyao steadied her sword and swung it forcefully.