The next day, he still entered the competition with confidence. Win or lose, at least he had given it his all.
The arena was packed to capacity, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhu Yeqing. Yesterday's match had already given them the answer: the Rookie king title was sure to fall into Zhu Yeqing's hands. They waited eagerly to see it happen.
"Everyone, let's skip the nonsense and get straight to the point."
"Today, we will select the top eight and determine the Rookie king. The rules remain the same: drawing lots for groups, with one match deciding the winner."
"Begin!"
Zhu Yeqing had decent luck and drew number eight. He was fortunate enough to be matched against Hua Qianshu.
"Zhu Yeqing, don't blame me. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn't have."
As soon as Hua Qianshu finished speaking, he launched his attack.
His moves were simple and direct, without the slightest flourish. There was not even a trace of Sword Shadow.
This was the move he was best at, and also his favorite sword technique.
However, Zhu Yeqing did not dare underestimate it. He did not dare meet it head-on and could only defend, trying his best to stall for time.
Bang!
Zhu Yeqing kicked off a table leg with the tip of his foot, using the force to leap backward and break free from Hua Qianshu's encirclement.
"Heh, not bad. You do have some skill. No wonder you're the newly risen Rookie king."
Hua Qianshu gave a cold smile, tightened both hands around his sword, and charged at Zhu Yeqing. Before the sword arrived, sword light had already slashed ahead.
Zhu Yeqing swung his fists and met the attack.
Fist and sword collided, bursting into a dazzling shower of sparks. Neither of