The Martial Arts Tournament had rules: teams could not forfeit during the group point matches or the matches that followed. Every two teams had to complete all three types of matches, so even though Great Wind Flying knew he was no match for them, he could only brace himself and step up.
"Brother Flying, then let's have a spar. It won't take long anyway," Zhi Yue said casually, unaware that her words would embarrass Great Wind Flying.
Great Wind Flying smiled awkwardly, but he did not think Zhi Yue was trying to humiliate him. It was simply the truth. Shaking his head, he raised his longsword and charged forward, hoping to end the match as quickly as possible.
Just as Zhi Yue had said, after entering the arena, she took only one or two minutes to finish the first round. The second round was even shorter, lasting less than a minute—only fifty seconds.
"Little Yue really is strong. She took Flying down in less than a minute," Great Wind Sword Song teased from behind.
"That was indeed fast. I thought he could at least last a minute. Sigh, what a disappointment," Great Wind Rolling Cloud said with a feigned sigh. "A swordsman getting taken out by a summoner just like that is truly embarrassing."
"Come on, is Fei Tian Yue an ordinary summoner? She has two God Grade Boss Summoned Beasts. Even if she couldn't fly, those two pets alone could easily wipe me out." Great Wind Flying glared at him. "If you went up there, you might not even last as long as I did."
"Hehe, don't worry. I definitely won't last any less time than you." Great Wind Rolling Cloud was brimming with confidence as he charged toward the arena, full of fighting spirit, to face Breaking Waves