"Brother He, do you think we can win this time?"
"Hmph! Senior Brother Zhu Xi was once on the Cultivation Ranking. Now that he has broken through to the Blood Martial Realm, how could he possibly lose again?"
"Hard to say. Over the past three days, our class has already suffered five defeats in five matches."
"So what if we lost five out of five? They've cultivated for an extra year. Losing isn't shameful!"
"You're right, but those bastards really strike hard. Almost no one has come away uninjured."
"Maybe their strengths are evenly matched, so it's hard to control their force?"
Toward evening, as Yang Chen came down from the second floor of the dining hall, he heard quite a few people discussing the matter.
"Zhu Xi is going to spar with someone?"
After hearing the details clearly, Yang Chen's brows furrowed slightly.
He had also heard about the sparring match the two were discussing over the past few days. Supposedly, it had been initiated by the previous class of disciples, with the aim of improving their strength through constant sparring.
Yet over the past few days, their class had lost miserably—five battles, five defeats.
Yang Chen had not paid much attention to such matters. The previous class of disciples had come in good faith; every sparring match came with five spirit crystals as stakes, and whoever won could take them away.
Their class, on the other hand, only had to be challenged. Even if they lost, they did not need to pay anything, so many were interested in the sparring matches.
He simply had not expected Zhu Xi to agree to one.
Sparring was no child's play. There was a risk of injury. Minor injuries were fine and would not affect daily cultivation or missions, but if one