40 Victory (1/2)

Zong Qiu exchanged his wooden sword for an iron one. The iron sword felt heavy in his hands but Zhe had a good grip of it. He exited his tent and climbed up the stairs that led to the rink. Zong Qiu was not nervous at all, in fact he felt quite energetic.

Zong Ching came up on the other side of the rink. Unlike his brother, Zong Ching had dark circles and bags under his eyes.

”Please welcome the two contestants!” Some people in the crowd clapped while other hollered to cheer them on.

Mingxia had always met them individually after her rebirth so seeing them together at them the same time she was able to notice just how similar the two of them looked. The two of them not only shared the black color but they both had the same facial shape and jaw line. To be able to look so similar even though the two are only related through the same father is a mystery. However as Mingxia looked down at Zong Ching she noticed the dark aura around him. She also saw the way how he leaned on his left feet as he walked and knew that he is angry about something or someone since he always had that habit. She let out a sigh and remembered how she was obsessed with him and what extreme measures she took to know everything about him. But all her efforts were for nothing.

She hates him. She hates him with a passion.

She turned her head and focused on Zong Qiu. With his hair pulled back in a ponytail and wearing a simple sleeveless iron armor that showcased her arm muscles there is only one word to describe him, hot. In her past life, she never noticed him because at that time the only person she had in her eyes was Zong Qiu but in the span of only a couple of months he has slowly dug a place in her heart.

'Why didn't I meet you in my past life?' If she had met him in her past life perhaps she wouldn't have died and had been actually happy. But there is always the possibility that he wouldn't have noticed her anyways.

He found the ”new” Mingxia interesting but he probably wouldn't find the ”old” Mingxia interesting, right?

She zoned out in her thoughts but her gaze never left Zong Qiu. Xing noticed this and her smile only grew but Zong Ching also noticed this. He looked up to see her staring at her brother and her mind immediately interpreted as a gaze given to a lover. The words she said last night still rang in his head and he bit his lips.

'Zong Qiu is better than me? Mingxia, I will let you know that I am better than him!'

”Begin!” The proctor screamed and the flags were let down.

Zong Ching immediately charged at Zong Qiu with the iron sword and slashed at him. Zong Qiu dodged the blade but Zong Ching slashed again and this time Zong Qiu used his sword to block it.

With a mocking smile, Zong Qiu pushed Zong Ching down with the blade. This time Zong Qiu attacked and slashed his sword at his brother. Zong Ching bent back so avoid it but Zong Qiu used his legs and kicked his legs which caused Zong Ching to fall.

Zong Ching lost his logic and very stupidly lunged at his brother but Zong Qiu lifted his leg and with a magnificent kick Zong Ching's sword flew into the air and dropped onto the floor with a clatter. In the next second, Zong Qiu had his sword on Zong Ching's neck.

”You lost.” Zong Qiu whispered into his brother's ear.

The entire fight took no more than 5 minutes and the audiences were shocked. This has got to be the fastest battle in this game.

”Th-the winner is Prince Zong Qiu!!” The judge cried and the audience went wild.