Nangong Liuli couldn't see Li Xian, but with her feet and hands restrained in three places, she had to maintain balance by standing on one foot, making it difficult to execute even a thousand moves and leaving her utterly defeated and desperate. The humiliation of defeat was indescribable. She bit her lip in silence, her face flushed red.
After a long pause, Nangong Liuli said, "Kill or torture, do as you will. Hmph, you're strong and tall, full of energy and strength. How can I, a weak woman, defeat you? You gained an advantage by sheer luck, so don't get complacent; it amounts to nothing. There still needs to be a true battle with real swords and spears!"
Li Xian smiled and said, "By that account, Sister Liuli knew from the start that I would win. So why did you provoke and curse me in all sorts of ways earlier? Could it be you wanted me to be fiercer?"
