Gong Chu saw it clearly. Changing his hand seal, he abruptly turned Clouded Mountains and Mist-Shrouded around, aiming the bowl's opening at the disciple surnamed Zhou. Before the disciple surnamed Zhou could
react, light flashed inside the bowl, and he was frozen into an ice sculpture.
Gong Chu took out a flying sword, walked up to the disciple surnamed Zhou, and gestured across his neck with it. Then he raised his foot and kicked him off the arena platform.
Afterward, the presiding official announced the result of the match.
Seeing how easily Gong Chu had won, those who had mocked him earlier had long since shut their mouths.
Xu Qingtong smiled faintly when he saw his Fourth Senior Brother win his first match, then turned to look elsewhere. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared before his eyes.
It was Dongfang Hui! She walked straight to Xu Qingtong's side and asked softly, "Qingtong, how are your preparations? Are you confident you can win?"
Xu Qingtong looked at Dongfang Hui and said with a firm gaze, "Don't worry. I won't let you down!"
Dongfang Hui nodded without saying anything more and stood quietly beside him.
Xu Qingtong asked, "Hui'er, how about you? Are you confident you can make the top five?"
"As long as I don't run into you, I'll do my best to get there!" Dongfang Hui said with a smile.
"Oh, right, when is your match?"
Dongfang Hui said, "I'm D-six. There's still plenty of time! What about you?"
"I'm C-three."
The two fell silent again for a while, neither saying a word. Du Siwen's arrival broke the silence.
"Little Junior Brother, you're up in the next round. Give it your best! If you lose, Junior Sister Dongfang will be disappointed!" As she spoke, she gave Dongfang Hui a meaningful look.