Wei Qingyi clutched his chest with his left hand. He wasn't actually injured; he knew Ling Chen had intentionally pulled back on his final blow. Ling Chen's control over his strikes was as masterful as his Swordsmanship; both were completely at his command. Losing to him was not disgraceful, and Wei Qingyi had even learned something from their duel.
"Senior Brother Wei, are you alright?" a lady in a cyan robe rushed forward to help Wei Qingyi to his feet.
"I'm fine."
Wei Qingyi glanced at Ling Chen in the distance. He wished to ask if this was the full extent of Ling Chen's strength, but he refrained. He feared the answer might be too overwhelming.
"Senior Brother Wei, it was just one defeat. You don't need to take it too hard," the cyan-robed lady consoled, mistaking his silence for disappointment.
"Haha, what are you thinking? Of course, I'm not disheartened. Even though I lost, I can still advance to the next round as the runner-up in my group. This is just a minor setback."
