One Sword Breaks Armor

Just then, the sound of two people talking came from next door.

"I heard Upper Cliff has opened another betting pool, wagering on how many floors those two can clear."

"Which two?"

"Those two outsiders, obviously. One uses a sword, the other a spear. The two Soul Emperor-level guys who beat Old Lu and the others."

Qin Ming shot upright.

Outsiders.

A sword user. A spear user.

He got up, pushed open the door, walked to the room next door, and knocked twice.

The one who opened the door was a young man, bare-chested, with a fish bone still dangling from his mouth. He froze for a moment when he saw Qin Ming.

"Brother, let me ask you something." Qin Ming tried to make his tone sound casual. "Those two tower challengers you just mentioned—do you know their names?"

"I don't really remember." The young man took the fish bone out of his mouth. "I only heard it passed down from Upper Cliff. Their surnames were Zhou or Yang or something."

"Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun?"

"Right, right, those are the names!" The young man slapped his thigh. "Brother, you know them?"

Qin Ming did not answer. He only thanked him, then turned and returned to his room.

After all these twists and turns, he had heard those two names again.

Back at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, if those two had not appeared, Shrek Academy would not have been publicly embarrassed in that theoretical debate, Yu Xiaogang would not have been forced into humiliating himself, Tang San would not have exposed the secret of his Twin Martial Souls before everyone, and Flender would not have caused a scene at the academy to vent his anger, leaving Qin Ming caught in the middle and torn between both sides.

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