Wooyun dropped to one knee, both hands gripping his spear as he struggled to hold the attack off. The weight of it rattled his bones. His opponent was strong—too strong.
They exchanged several blows, the clash of metal echoing through the trees. Sparks flew, leaves scattered. Wooyun tried to stay calm, but he could feel himself slipping—he was slower, weaker, and if he kept holding back—
He'd lose.
His chest tightened. Not from fear but from something more profound. Something he'd been avoiding. His qi surged, coursing through his veins with renewed urgency.
"Hhh—!" He exhaled sharply and shifted his stance. Lightning flared along his spear, now glowing a fierce white-blue. The ground cracked beneath his feet as he lunged again, his movements faster, sharper, each thrust more precise than the last.
But his attacker didn't relent either. He parried and swung again, the sheer force behind each blow threatening to break Wooyun's guard.
[Child.]
