Chapter 17: Match day

Before leave Mou Lin has a battle with somebody most important

The twilight sky bathed the training grounds of the Moon Demon Clan in a soft, golden light. Tension hung in the air as Mou Lin, the former villager's son and, stood opposite Zhaolusi. She was the sister of Cheymoon and the daughter of Seira, the second general of the Moon Demon Clan, and one of the most formidable fighters in the clan.

Before his departure, this match was not just a test of strength but a final display of respect and skill. Mou Lin had earned a reputation for his unexpected resilience and tactical prowess, but he knew Zhaolusi would be a true challenge.

"Are you ready for this?" Zhaolusi's voice was calm, yet there was an edge of excitement.

Mou Lin nodded, gripping his sword tightly. "Let's see what you've got."

With a swift, fluid motion, Zhaolusi attacked, her blade cutting through the air with lethal precision. Mou Lin parried, the clash of their swords reverberating across the grounds. The force of her strike pushed him back, but he quickly regained his stance, eyes focused and determined.

Zhaolusi was relentless, her movements a blur of speed and power. Each strike was calculated, showcasing her experience and skill. Mou Lin's mind raced, analyzing her patterns and looking for an opening. He blocked and dodged her attacks, feeling the strain but keeping his focus.

The spectators watched in awe as the battle intensified. Zhaolusi's attacks were fierce, a testament to her reputation. But Mou Lin, despite being pushed to his limits, began to see a rhythm in her assault. He needed to exploit it.

Feigning a moment of weakness, Mou Lin staggered back. Zhaolusi seized the opportunity, lunging forward with a decisive blow. At the last moment, Mou Lin sidestepped, deflecting her sword and countering with a swift strike aimed at her side. Zhaolusi reacted quickly, blocking his attack but her eyes betrayed a hint of surprise.

"You're better than I expected," she admitted, her voice laced with respect.

"You haven't seen anything yet," Mou Lin replied, his breathing heavy but controlled.

The fight continued with renewed vigor. Zhaolusi's attacks became more aggressive, each strike more powerful than the last. Mou Lin remained calm, his strategic mind seeking a way to turn the tide. He couldn't match her raw strength, but he could outthink her.

In a daring move, Mou Lin let himself get cornered, drawing Zhaolusi into a false sense of victory. As she moved in for the finishing blow, he used her momentum against her, twisting around and disarming her with a swift motion. His blade hovered just inches from her neck.

The arena fell silent. Zhaolusi looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and respect. Mou Lin lowered his sword, offering her a hand.

"You're an incredible fighter," he said sincerely.

"So are you," Zhaolusi replied, accepting his hand and standing up. "You've earned my respect, Mou Lin."

As the sun set, casting long shadows over the training grounds, the two warriors stood side by side, their battle a testament to their skill and the mutual respect that now bound them. It was a fitting end to an intense duel and a promising beginning for the future alliances to come.