"Do you want to continue?" Qin Xiaowan asked again. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was lovely to hear. While the crowd found it melodious, to the young man, it sounded like a curse.
"Fine, you're vicious! You win! If you have the guts, leave your name. One day, I swear I'll defeat you with my sword." The young man couldn't stop himself from spitting out the threat, though it was unclear if he was just trying to save face or if it was what he truly felt.
"Qin Xiaowan. If that day ever comes, I'll be waiting. I just hope you won't disappoint me!" Qin Xiaowan said with a faint smile. It was an incredibly sweet smile that made many in the crowd's eyes light up, deepening their admiration for her.
At that moment, the middle-aged man on the stage announced, "Qin Xiaowan is the winner of this match! I'm surprised—every single recruit we're seeing this time is exceptionally talented! You two may leave the stage now. Let's have the next group!"
