Ding Huiyuan's utterly surreal actions immediately drew strange looks from all the surrounding passersby. A buzz of discussion rose and fell, and quite a few people had already raised their phones, opened their camera apps, and started recording.
Seeing this, Zhou Qingchen's expression quickly calmed.
Given her personality, she could completely ignore the stares of the crowd; she didn't care about them at all.
She could even ignore the sacrilegious meaning represented by the two "Treasure Swords" in Ding Huiyuan's hands.
By this point in her journey, she had slain the Red Dragon and subdued the White Tiger; gender held little meaning in her eyes.
What truly bothered her was the attitude her opponent was displaying.
He had insulted the duel, sullied the spar.
It was like two people agreeing to a bare-knuckle duel, only for one of them to suddenly smear his hands with shit. It made one lose all interest in fighting.
At this point, there was no longer any need to fight.
