Fang Lingjun stood up angrily, but the pain in her ribs made her eyes redden. That intense pain almost pierced through her bones, leaving her momentarily immobilized. Fengyu ran over in small steps to support her, "Junjun, does it hurt? Where does it feel uncomfortable? Where did he hit you?"
Cold sweat trickled down Fang Lingjun's temples, but she stubbornly shook her head. After catching her breath, she slowly straightened her posture. Dugu Jing saw that it was Fengyu, and the battle intent forged across his entire figure diminished slightly. In his eyes, Fengyu was like a weak willow swaying in the wind, the kind of woman who could be killed with a single punch.
"I lost!" Fang Lingjun's voice trembled from the pain, yet she stubbornly refused to appear weak.
Dugu Jing said regretfully, "Admitting defeat so quickly? It seems there's no one in Beining noble ladies who can fight. I thought you might be as skilled as Fang Chuning."
