Ying Ming Hao had planned to wander around a little longer, but when he learned that the second round was about to begin, he hurried back to the Competition Arena to prepare.
Ying Ming Hao soon spotted Liu Qingfeng, who had fought his way back into the top fifty. Pity stirred in him, and he wanted to go over and soothe this loser's wounded heart.
To his surprise, however, the moment Liu Qingfeng saw him approaching, he bolted like a startled rabbit, fleeing back to Liu Quer's side in the blink of an eye.
This sudden turn left Ying Ming Hao baffled and helpless. He muttered inwardly, What's wrong with this guy? Do I really look that frightening?
Or does he have some particular fear of me? No matter how he thought about it, Ying Ming Hao could not understand why Liu Qingfeng was so afraid of coming into contact with him.
While Ying Ming Hao was lost in thought, the steward above called his name loudly and motioned for him to take the platform.
At the summons, Ying Ming Hao collected himself, then sprang into the air, landing lightly in the center of the Martial Platform like a flying swallow.
After landing, he deliberately struck a suave, dashing pose, drawing a wave of gasps from the audience. Clearly, his showing off had worked.
The disciple from the Northern Blade Sect opposite him witnessed this display, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he thought to himself:
I can't beat Ying Ming Hao either. If I fight him head-on, I'll probably pay dearly...
Why not just surrender? At least I'll keep my life, and I won't miss the chance to compete for those fifty precious spots afterward.
Just as Ying Ming Hao gripped his saber's hilt and began