"If there are no other questions, let's begin the finals of the ranking tournament."
Duan Chongfang looked at Fu Wanli and Zhao Sifang. "Are you ready?"
Fu Wanli wiped the sweat from his face and shouted spiritedly, "Ready!"
Zhao Sifang looked at the exhausted Fu Wanli and said to Qin Siyang, "Brother Qin, do you have any potions that could restore some of Fu Wanli's stamina and energy? He's so tired he won't be able to show his true strength against me."
"Let me look."
Qin Siyang rummaged in the Storage Box for a while, then shook his head regretfully. "I don't have anything that low-grade."
"..."
"I do."
Chu Baxing tossed Fu Wanli a transparent potion vial the size of a little finger.
Fu Wanli looked at the vial in his hand, then at Chu Baxing. "This..."
"Drink it."
"Thank you, Third Brother Chu!"
The moment he heard Fu Wanli call him "Third Brother Chu," Chu Baxing's face fell. "I shouldn't have given you that!"
After drinking the potion, Fu Wanli visibly recovered.
Disbelief shone in his eyes. "All my strength is back! I feel like I'm at my peak again!"
"Good, then." Zhao Sifang nodded. "Senior Duan, we're both ready."
"All right. We'll use the same rules as your earlier matches against Rong Xin. The first to score 30 wins. Any objections?"
"No."
"No!"
"Then head to the Combat Arena."
The two walked toward the nearest Combat Arena together.
Fu Wanli said quietly, "I almost lost to Sally today. I need to improve fast, or I'll embarrass all of us brothers. Fifth Brother Zhao, I know I can't beat you, but go easy on me. Don't use too many items and things. Let me learn a few tricks from you, a fellow [Phantom Assassin] with more experience. Is