Battle Ye Yixin

Zhu Nanxing sheathed his sword and turned to walk back to the viewing platform. Beads of sweat had seeped from his forehead, and his breathing was heavier than usual. This battle had been anything but easy for him.

Lin Jianyi stopped in the top eight.

This result did not spark much discussion on the viewing platform. Everyone had seen Charles's sword. It was no longer simply a matter of swordsmanship, but something closer to the origin itself.

That Lin Jianyi had forced Charles to use his full strength had already exceeded most people's expectations.

When Zhu Nanxing returned to the viewing platform, sweat still clung to his forehead. He propped the silver-white longsword before him, an indescribable expression on his aged face.

It was neither regret nor relief. It was more like the calm of an old soldier after fighting a hard battle.

Xu Wuyi watched him without speaking.

Zhu Nanxing stopped beside him, his gaze falling on the light screen above the arena. Four names were still illuminated on it, but the matchups for the next round had yet to be arranged.

"Who are you facing next?" Zhu Nanxing asked.

"I don't know yet."

Zhu Nanxing nodded. He fell silent for several seconds, then said something that made Xu Wuyi glance at him sideways. "I don't want to face you next round."

Xu Wuyi looked at him.

"It isn't because I'm afraid of losing." Zhu Nanxing's voice was calm. "I'm afraid of spending my strength on you before I face Charles. The Dawn Empire has already done well to make it this far in this summons, but if we can take one more step, the meaning for the Empire will be completely different."

Xu Wuyi understood. Zhu Nanxing was not afraid of him. He was afraid of being drained