She stood confidentially, her posture tall and moved with comfort, passing by the nearby soldiers with the sunset nearby. Today was a special day, even for Feixiao. On this dawn, Feixiao faces off the former Swordsmaster of the Xianzhou Loufu, Jingliu. With some strings pulled with Jing Yuan’s authority over the Shackling Prison, they installed a ‘kill switch’ on Jingliu in case she tried anything before this battle.

Feixiao knew this would likely be her first loss, but knew she had to try. If she could beat Jingliu, she’d be able to be on par with one of the greatest warriors in history.

After some time talking with her soldiers, she was given all their luck before entering the arena’s platform with a spear in hand, feeling a chill down her spine.

Jingliu entered the arena, her blue clothing glowing among the cold wind invading the arena, her shard sword tight in hand. Jing Yuan stood in the crowd, kill switch in hand.

“May the best swordswoman win,” Feixiao declared, taking stance, the crowd cheering and waited for Jingliu’s words.