When Yang Jing walked down from the platform, his steps still felt unsteady. The hollow sensation left by his depleted internal energy spread through his limbs, and every step felt as though he were treading on cotton.
He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His fingertips touched something warm, but he merely lowered his hand calmly and hid it in his sleeve, quietly clenching it. This little injury was nothing.
Qin Yu followed him off the platform, his steps steady. Though dust had stained his black martial attire, it did nothing to diminish his upright bearing.
The Silver Armored Officer stepped onto the platform, his armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and announced, "First round, second match-Qin Yu wins!"
As his words fell, thunderous cheers erupted from the western stands. The disciples of the Zhenwei Martial Arts School even rose to their feet, waving their school banners and shouting.
"Senior Brother Qin is mighty!"
"Zhenwei will triumph!"
Wave upon wave of cheers rose, threatening to lift the roof off the parade ground.
The master of the Zhenwei Martial Arts School stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly, his face brimming with pride.
Yang Jing walked down from the platform without looking aside or slowing his steps. Only after finding a corner beneath the Main Arena did he sit cross-legged.
At that moment, Lin Yue stood below the platform, his cold gaze resting on him.
His usually arrogant face was now coated in frost. He gave a distinct snort through his nose, not loud, but clear enough for the people nearby to hear.
"Hmph. Admitting defeat before anything even happened. What a disgrace to the Martial Arts Hall." Contempt filled Lin Yue's heart. He turned away without another glance at Yang Jing, as though even