Crack!
Zhong Ming's words gave Shi Yun the feeling that unless he used the strength of Mid Qi Condensation, he would be unable to do anything to him.
This made Shi Yun's hand gripping the sword blade suddenly tighten, his gaze turning incomparably sharp.
"Cough, cough. Junior Brother's improvement this time seems quite great. It seems this Senior Brother is no longer in your eyes."
Though he did not mock him openly, the sharpness in his tone revealed Shi Yun's displeasure.
Qi Hong, Yang Chen, and Lin Shuyu, who were watching from the side, also frowned.
Even Youlan shook her head.
"His sudden increase in strength has made Young Master Zhong Ming somewhat arrogant."
Her maid's words did not darken Yi Yunya's expression. Maintaining her usual elegant, tranquil look, she quietly said, "Young people are naturally high-spirited, and prodigies even more so. The saying that one is not truly young without a touch of recklessness is the best description of youthful geniuses."
"And Senior Brother is undoubtedly a prodigy. His flamboyance was already within my expectations."
"But fortunately, Senior Brother is not being arrogant on a battlefield. This is merely a spar. Qi Hong, Shi Yun, and the others will wake Zhong Ming up."
As she spoke, Yi Yunya toyed with the folding fan in her hand and smiled lightly. "Originally, I planned to use Yan Chen, Su Lingya, and the others to wear down Senior Brother's proud spirit at the end of the month—but earlier is no matter. Or rather, it is even better."
The fact that Yi Yunya said such words to Youlan made it clear that she did not think highly of Zhong Ming in the coming battle.
There was naturally a reason for this. Although Shi Yun, Yang Chen, and the others were injured, they were