In the blink of an eye, the sun hung directly overhead, and the fierce challenges among the Heavenly Prodigy disciples were in full swing.
They competed against one another, their rankings shifting constantly. As the saying went, natural selection favored the fittest-the strong rose to prominence, while the weak lost their luster and were gradually pushed to the margins.
Yun Qingyi finally found a moment to catch his breath. He quickly swallowed several pills, then immediately challenged Jiang Zhiqing.
Without another word, the two clashed, tangling like a sudden storm of wind and rain. Every move targeted the other's vital points, without the slightest restraint-a stark contrast to the gentle breeze and drizzle of the brothers Yang Fanzhou and Yang Fanyuan.
Within moments, both were covered in wounds, but Jiang Zhiqing was clearly falling behind, the injuries on her body multiplying.
Yet, unwilling to accept defeat, she gritted her teeth and held on bitterly, seemingly refusing to concede so easily.
"Senior Sister Jiang, why be so stubborn?
"With your strength, you really can't defeat me. Keeping this up will only make you suffer for nothing.
"Wouldn't it be wiser to save some strength and secure fifth place?"
Yun Qingyi's expression remained as calm as still water. His words were casual, but his hands showed no mercy. With a sweep of an iron poker, he opened another deep, bloody gash on Jiang Zhiqing's arm, keeping her firmly suppressed.
"I haven't lost yet! Who'll have the last laugh is still undecided. Don't underestimate me!"
Jiang Zhiqing's face was full of stubbornness, her beautiful eyes flashing with indignation and fury.
How could she admit defeat so easily?
Before this, she had always occupied the second seat!
Yet now, she had lost to one opponent after another-first Yang Fanyuan, then Yang Fanzhou... If