Zi Yun stepped forward. As one of the two female representatives on the field, her appearance was also a major topic of discussion.
Tong Qing, Lei Ting, and Shi Ming had already won their one-against-two matches. Her appearance was eagerly anticipated by everyone.
"Come at me together." Zi Yun's expression remained cool and detached. There was not a trace of emotional fluctuation on her face, as though she were mentioning some trivial matter.
Her two opponents' expressions darkened at her words.
In the end, it was their turn. They had not expected Zi Yun to fight one against two as well.
The battle began. Unlike the fierce and overwhelming styles of the previous three, Zi Yun's fighting style was steady. Her moves were not flashy, yet every one of them carried killing intent.
"You'd better not fight two at once later. Maybe Tong Qing was trying to bait you. Don't force yourself in something like this," Shui Ling quietly reminded Chen Mo.
"Thank you." Chen Mo looked up at Zi Yun's battle.
Shui Ling did not know whether Chen Mo had taken her words to heart, so she did not continue persuading him. She believed Chen Mo would make his own judgment, and she could not interfere. She had done all she could.
"How does she compare to you?" Chen Mo asked curiously.
"She's very strong. I can't see through this Female Ziwei Person," Shui Ling said without concealment.
This woman truly was impossible to read. She always looked calm and detached, as if no major event could stir her emotions. She never showed how powerful she was either, remaining quietly in the background.
Chen Mo nodded, agreeing with Shui Ling's assessment.
This Female Ziwei Person lived with the detachment of someone in her old age, like an elderly monk