A/N: Woo, what a chapter! You have no idea how hard it was to write this, as well as how frustrated I was getting with myself over it. But here it is, I hope you love it (Or at least like it!) and show me the love with you know what. ;3 (No, not that! A P.M or review, gosh.)

Thanks to a worm, a little beast, the sun, and a kiwi for getting this chapter made!

Zhi and I arrived in Sun City by teleportation, unlike our usual mode of travel of walking (which was cheaper and more entertaining.) Sun City was located on the East coast of the Central Continent and the final city of the Battle Tournament before returning to Infinite City for the last match, and then the event everyone was waiting for: the duel with Prince, Overlord of the Central Continent.

The thought of being so close now was causing me to tremble with excitement; I couldn't wait for that moment to arrive. I didn't realize it was so obvious until Zhi said, "hey there, calm down. I know you're excited, but you still need to fight two other people before you can duel with Prince."

"You're right, you're right," I replied. I tried to steady myself, but I couldn't hide my smile at the thought of facing Prince one-on-one, and expressing my feelings for him with my blade. I bid Zhi farewell as usual, walking through the gate and into the stadium. The crowd cheered my name as I took a moment to gather my surroundings. Sun City was themed with Turkish architecture of the Ottoman Empire. I noticed Zhi fawning all over the structure of the arena in his seat. I also looked over at Prince, who seemed much more attentive than in recent matches. I wouldn't be attentive either if I had to watch matches all day long like he had been. Now that there's only three left till he duels, he is probably paying attention to their fighting styles. I was brought back out of my thoughts when the opposing gate opened, with my next opponent. Or at least I thought it was, until I saw a little girl emerge from it. Are you kidding me?

She looked only to be about ten, with curly black hair and big brown eyes, vaguely reminding me of the pictures of my sister at that age in our living room. She carried two daggers in her little hands, the blades the length of her forearms. She smiled sweetly at me, "Nice to meet you! I've heard so much about you, the infamous Dark Prince!"

"Ah... Thanks." I replied, unsure as to what to do. Is she seriously my opponent? How do they expect me to kill a cute little girl? I'd feel like a monster! I couldn't believe myself, but I actually looked at Prince trying to communicate a silent cry of help. You don't really expect me to fight her, do you!?

Interestingly enough, Prince looked back at me with a helpless look that read, Sorry kid.

"Don't underestimate her, Yi!" I heard Zhi say in the team channel. "Lil' Angel uses her looks to psyche out her opponents by either making them underestimate her or they're unable to bring themselves to strike her!"

"What the hell do you expect me to do, actually kill someone that looks like that!?" I replied back, gritting my teeth as she continued to give me an adorable grin.

"Contestants, are you ready?" Prince asked us, causing the murmuring crowd to silence. When we both confirmed we were, Prince started the match. Lil' Angel started to hop towards me with that smile still on her face, and I just stood there watching her come towards me. What the hell do I do!? I panicked in my head, because this was something I was not prepared for at all. When she got close, that cute smile suddenly became twisted, looking sadistic as she slashed at me with both of her daggers in a split second. I blocked in the nick of time, surprised by the sheer force behind them.

She continued her bombardment of strikes, which I was unable to block them all since she had two small weapons, making her speed ridiculously high. I had shallow cuts on my arms and chest, my armor now threatening to come apart, which would leave me with an incredibly low defense. My health was at two-thirds now and while her strikes weren't that strong, I hadn't laid a single finger on her so she had the advantage. What made my situation even more embarrassing than it was already, with my armor threatening to break and being smacked around by a little girl, was that she was actually pushing me around as well. Since she was being purely offensive, I had no choice but to go backwards or whatever direction she was pushing towards just to avoid being hit.

I just can't bring myself to kill her, every time I look at her I see those pictures of Lan Lan... I whimpered in my head, receiving a cut to my hip. I'm about to just forfeit- Wait, what if I can make her forfeit? The idea rang in my head, the only idea that seemed like it could work. If she forfeits, I won't have to kill her. Hell, I may not even have to hurt her that bad.

With new resolve, I waited for a good moment where I could take away one of her daggers. When she did double strike with her daggers, I took the opportunity to knock the left dagger out by ramming my hilt into her hand. The dagger bounced a good ten meters away from her, well out of her grasp. However, I had taken the hit with the right hand, which was the one that caused the most damage out of the two. It ripped right into my armor, exposing part of my torso and the new gash caused by the attack. I rationalized that the left hand would be the easiest to knock out, but now I have a critical area exposed...

I anticipated that she would try to thrust at this exposed point, but instead she made another slash attack. I blocked it with ease, not only because there was only one blade to worry about instead of two, but she didn't seemed to be focused. She repeated the same thing again and again- in fact she did it at least four times in a row! Why does she keep doing the same thing over and over again!? It's like she's distract- Oh you have got to be kidding me. It clicked with me, especially when I followed her line of sight. I thought she was going to attack to that part because she was staring at it so intently!

This realization formed the final part of my plan to make her forfeit. But it didn't make me feel any less terrible and disgusted by myself for what I was about to do. I'm only doing this because she's not playing fair, I will never be a playboy like Prince! I rationalized as I put on the best smile I could muster for her. Confirming my suspicion, she stared blankly at me with a slight blush, before she began wailing on me with her dagger with incredible speed.

Girls react in the strangest ways. I thought as I dodged most of her attacks, with one or two giving me minor cuts. She kept on going, as if she wasn't going to stop until I was shredded into nothing. She had wilted me down to half of my health bar at this point, and that was the farthest I was going to allow her as I grabbed her right wrist. Her eyes widened and she tried to wrestle her wrist out of my grasp, which only made me tighten my grip more. I ran my thumb smoothly up her wrist, into her palm where she held her dagger. The action, along while looking her straight in the eyes, made her loosen her hold on the blade nearly immediately as it made a clink sound when it hit the dirt. She didn't even fight back- she was absolutely still, dumbfounded and cheeks red.

"Now..." I began in a gentle voice, bringing my sword to her throat. "I really don't want to hurt you, so would you please surrender?"

"I-I...I..." She stuttered, "No! Let me go, let me go!" She started to pull herself back, away from my sword but more importantly from me, as she looked everywhere but at me.

I pressed my sword into her throat, causing a small cut to form. She remained fixed as I forced her chin upwards so she had to look directly at my face. I moved my face closer to her's, our noses only a couple of inches away. "Please don't do this to me... I can't bring myself to hurt such a cute face." I continued in my gentle tone, though I was unable to hide a deceitful smirk developing. I didn't think her face could get any redder, but I was wrong as it went as bright as a tomato. She even started to sweat and wheeze a little bit.

"O-Okay..." She whispered, so softly even I barely heard her.

"What was that, miss? I didn't hear you." I asked.

"I give up!" She cried, causing the whole stadium to go silent.

"Lil' Angel has forfeited! The winner of this match is Yi Min!" Prince declared, causing the crowd to explode in cheers. As soon as I let go of the girl, she dropped to the ground, her blush still a bright red. Not wanting to mess with her anymore then I already had, I ignored her and walked out of the arena.