After the gong sounded, Bo Yan tipped back the waterskin in his hand and drained it dry, then slung it over his back. Rising without even straightening his robes, he headed outside.
"Your martial arts are quite good, and your style is rather distinctive too." A man followed him out of the rest shed, walking alongside him as he spoke.
Bo Yan turned to look. He actually recognized the man—Zheng Huai, someone with a name in the martial world. He excelled at saberplay and unarmed combat, and it was said that his lightness skill was not bad either. Since they both used sabers, Bo Yan had collected intelligence on him. By comparison, Bo Yan had always been obscure and unknown, so Zheng Huai did not recognize him.
The moment their eyes met, each gained a rough sense of the other.
This Bo Yan is no ordinary man. Could he have been sent by some powerful noble house as well? Zheng Huai thought.
Bo Yan, meanwhile, secretly wondered, Could he be one of Prince Qi's men?
He knew a little more. He knew that Prince Qi alone had sent more than two people into this competition. Among those who had made it this far, there were surely Prince Qi's people. Could this man be one of them?
Bo Yan's expression remained indifferent as he merely said, "You flatter me. Your martial arts are the truly exceptional ones, brother."
"No need to be modest. In the end, you and I may become opponents." Zheng Huai chuckled.
Sparks flew as their gazes collided. This was customary behavior among martial wanderers: when they encountered someone with similar martial arts, they wanted to test who was taller and who was shorter.
Bo Yan cursed idiot in his heart, but he also knew that there might