In the end, Yang Xianhui wielded her longsword, knocking Lin Yu's dual blades out of her hands and pressing the tip of the sword against her throat from above. "Lin Yu, you've lost!"
Lin Yu knelt on one knee on the ground. A gash ran across her face, blood streaming out from the wound, drop by drop, forming a crimson stain on the ground.
Lin Yu let out a long breath. "I… haven't lost yet!"
She could still breathe. Though she'd lost her weapons, she still had her hands, her feet, and her strength!
"Ah!!!"
Lin Yu grabbed Yang Xianhui's sword, got to her feet, and mustered all her strength in a desperate attack. Twisting her body, she landed a kick on Yang Xianhui, catching her off guard and nearly making her lose her grip on the sword.
But Yang Xianhui quickly recovered, striking Lin Yu's chest with a palm. The force sent Lin Yu sprawling to the ground, her chest pierced by the sword. Blood gushed out instantly.
"Pfft!"
Yang Xianhui's face was splattered with blood.
