Celestial Heart Arena, competitors' training room.
The semifinals start the day after tomorrow, and Liu Dingjian is practicing extra hard in the training room. It's clear he is a diligent person, able to withstand loneliness.
Liu Yiming walked into the training room, his expression stern and aloof, like a dragon lying atop a high mountain, calmly seated within a sea of clouds.
"Big brother!"
"Do you have confidence in the semifinals the day after tomorrow?"
Liu Dingjian's face remained unchanged, but the hand gripping the sword hilt suddenly tightened: "I will definitely win."
Liu Yiming shook his head, "Having fighting spirit is a good thing, but there's no need to force yourself. Remember, victory and defeat are common in the military family. What's important is not to be proud in victory or discouraged in defeat. As long as you proceed steadily, you can reach the finish line even if you walk slowly."
"But big brother, you've never lost."
"You are not me."
