Qian Country, Capital City.
Imperial Palace's Rear Hall, Martial Arts Practice Ground.
At this moment, a man and a woman were sparring. The woman appeared young, with agile and lively body techniques, her jade-like fingers as sharp as swords, making fierce attacks.
The man stood his ground, slightly bending his knees, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, unwavering.
No matter how aggressive the woman's attacks were, circling him continuously, the man easily neutralized them.
Their fighting styles and even body techniques were fundamentally different.
The woman's moves were flexible and variable, a mixture of real and feigned attacks.
In contrast, the man's fist techniques were ancient and simple, yet carried a grand momentum, using force to break through finesse.
"I won't fight anymore,"
The woman suddenly stopped her attacks, slightly panting, and said, "Even if you don't use your inner qi, I still can't match you."
