"I watched your matches yesterday. If you haven't been hiding your strength and you're only at the Third Level of Xiantian, you can forfeit. You're no match for me!"
Zhou Ying, the female student from Huaxia Cultivation University, looked straight at her opponent and spoke coolly.
At her words, Zhao Liang froze and frowned. He stared at Zhou Ying with uncertainty in his eyes, then slowly asked, "From the sound of that... are you at the Forming Yuan Stage too?"
Though Zhou Ying's dismissive tone annoyed him, Zhao Liang wasn't about to let a few words cloud his judgment. He calmly caught the implication behind them.
After all, he was at the Third Level of Xiantian, and she knew it. Yet she'd still spoken with such confidence. Zhao Liang figured she was probably at the Forming Yuan Stage.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to sound so sure of herself.
And, sure enough.
As soon as Zhao Liang finished speaking, Zhou Ying answered with a hint of pride. "That's right! I only broke through recently, but I've already reached the First Level of the Forming Yuan Stage!"
"So if you're not at the Forming Yuan Stage, you should forfeit and save your strength for the next match. There's no need to take a beating for nothing!"
Zhao Liang frowned again.
He'd guessed from her earlier words that she might be at the Forming Yuan Stage, but hearing her confirm it still came as a surprise.
He hadn't expected one of the three students Huaxia Cultivation University had sent to compete to be at the Forming Yuan Stage—and, what was more, he'd been unlucky enough to draw her in the first round of the Top 8.
Still, even though she'd admitted she was at the Forming Yuan Stage, that was only what