Wind Bell Arena.
When Lin Tianming and Mo Jinghong arrived at the scene, they just saw Yong Yu and Meng Xiyue walking into the arena.
"It looks like we arrived just in time. I hope Yong Yu can put a damper on Meng Xiyue's sharpness! If he loses, it'll probably be your turn next, Junior Brother Lin Tianming!"
"Me?" Lin Tianming was just there to watch the match; he had no plans to spar with Meng Xiyue.
"Yes, you! Think about it, if Yong Yu loses, it means that our entire second-year class at the Imperial Academy has been defeated by a first-year student from another school. This is a disgrace for the Imperial Academy. Third-year students can't continue to compete because even if they win, it would be seen as an unfair victory, and if they lose, it would bring even more shame to our academy.
