Another day passed amid the surging undercurrents among the various factions in Xingqing Prefecture, and the postponed martial competition finally resumed the next day.
Since Song Qingshu had competed last on the first day, it was now his turn to go first. Because he had spent several nights away from home, Xue Baochai's dissatisfaction with him had reached its limit, and she simply ignored him.
Only after arriving at the training grounds did Song Qingshu finally find a chance to speak with her. "Sister Bao, why aren't you giving me any special training this time? Teach me a few techniques for dealing with my opponent later."
Xue Baochai rolled her eyes. "Remember to admit defeat in time later, so you don't get beaten to death."
Song Qingshu looked dejected. "Is that any way to cheer someone on?"
Xue Baochai hesitated. In the end, she could not bear it and patiently explained, "The opponents in the group stage weren't very strong, so it was useful for me to tailor your training to their martial arts styles. But I deliberately watched this Young City Lord of Wushuang City during the group stage. Every technique he knows is exquisite and miraculous, far beyond anything you can handle. No amount of special training will make a difference now, so you'd better go up there and surrender immediately."
"Admitting defeat before even fighting, in front of so many people... I really can't afford that kind of humiliation." Song Qingshu had a headache as well. Although Dugu Ming was not a top-tier expert, he came from a distinguished martial lineage. Defeating him without exposing his martial arts before everyone present would indeed be difficult.
"Are you pretending to be confused, or are you actually confused?" Xue Baochai suddenly became angry.
"What's wrong?" Song Qingshu was utterly