When Fan Dazhi saw that his opponent was actually Jin Caiyun, her figure curving in all the right places and the exaggerated swell of her chest facing him, he froze in astonishment, abruptly sobering up a little.
"You shameless wretch!" Jin Caiyun rebuked him coldly.
"Uh... Senior Sister, why... are you competing in the arena too?" Fan Dazhi asked curiously.
"If you can come, why can't I?"
Jin Caiyun's pretty face was icy, her voice filled with disgust. For some reason, she had little liking for this chubby fellow. She always felt that he was sly beneath his harmless exterior, and there was something about him she could not see through.
"Hehe... fair enough. What I meant was... you're so powerful, Senior Sister, I thought you wouldn't deign to take part in a competition like this... much less show your face in a place like this."
Fan Dazhi plastered a smile across his face and rubbed his palms together, chatting as though he had run into an old friend.
"The ultimate winner receives a Spirit-Returning Pill. I happen to need that pill!"
Jin Caiyun glanced impatiently at Fan Dazhi and rolled her eyes. "Whatever tricks you have, go ahead and use them. There's no need to keep them hidden!"
"So that's it!"
Looking as though understanding had suddenly dawned on him, Fan Dazhi picked a bit of crust from the corner of his eye and continued with a cheerful smile, "That's easy! Just concede in a moment, Senior Sister. Once I get the Spirit-Returning Pill, I'll give it to you straightaway. Then we won't have to fight back and forth. That's so tiring! How does that sound?"
"Get lost!"
Jin Caiyun's pretty face turned frosty. She raised her delicate hand, and a streak of silver light shot toward Fan Dazhi.