Ban Dingyuan looked at Duan Chongfang and said with a smile, "Thanks for the hard work, Senior Duan! By the way, do you have any more Tier Four Armor?"
With Duan Chongfang as aloof as ever, only an optimist like Ban Dingyuan would strike up a conversation with him.
Duan Chongfang shook his head. "If the armor gets destroyed, I'll probably lose my life too. So there's little point in preparing two of them. I didn't expect the Championship Tournament to allow us to use our own artifacts, so I didn't prepare a second piece."
"You don't have any armor left?"
"No."
"Well..." Ban Dingyuan frowned. "My Tier Four Armor is nothing special. Xie Daoqing is powerful. I'm afraid it won't withstand his attacks."
"You still have a match coming up. If you lend me your only piece of armor and it gets damaged, how will you compete?"
Ban Dingyuan shrugged. "I don't think I can win anyway."
Qin Siyang thought it over and decided he should do his best to support Duan Chongfang so the third-years could secure a point. He said, "Senior Duan, I'll lend you one."
Duan Chongfang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked calmly at Qin Siyang. "Do I have to return it?"
Qin Siyang gave him a scornful look. "Do you even know what 'lend' means?"
"Oh. Then lend me some healing medicine while you're at it. I didn't expect to get hurt, so I didn't bring any."
"Huh?"
"You're already lending me Tier Four Armor. What's a little medicine on top of that?"
Qin Siyang snorted. "Little Zhao, get him some of what you just gave Wang Xugong..."
"Zhao Sifang's medicine definitely won't work as well as yours. Just give me your healing medicine so I don't lose the