"Don't pretend to be a good person... I lost, but... don't get smug just yet. This grudge... I'll settle it sooner or later!"
Jin Caiyun staggered to her feet and screamed hysterically at Fan Dazhi, backing away as she shouted.
An inexplicable fear of this damned fatso had taken root in her heart, as though he were her natural nemesis. That saying really was true: the most dangerous people often looked the least threatening.
"Senior Sister... watch out!"
Concern written all over his face, Fan Dazhi took two steps forward.
"Get away! You... ah!"
Jin Caiyun retreated even faster, still cursing, when her foot suddenly found empty air. With a startled cry, she fell off the platform.
Although ropes enclosed the platform, she had stepped right into a gap. Moving backward, she failed to catch hold of a rope in time and tumbled down before she could react.
Jin Caiyun landed hard on the ground. The platform was not particularly high, but the fall left her utterly bedraggled. Overwhelmed by shame and fury, she promptly fainted...
"Third match, Fan Dazhi wins!"
Drawing out the final syllable, Feng Shaotang announced the result. Scattered cheers rose from below the platform. Many people had yet to recover their senses; whatever the outcome, the course of this match had been downright absurd.
Fan Dazhi quietly walked off the platform. Watching the unconscious Jin Caiyun being carried away, he gave a somewhat apologetic shrug. He straightened his hair, which was as tangled as a chicken's nest, and searched the crowd for He An...
The fourth match pitted Gu Qingzhou against Li Chengfang.
Both wielded longswords. As Feng Shaotang announced the start of the match, sword light flashed across the platform, stirring sharp gusts of wind. Their blades flew back and forth in a lively exchange.