Zhang Xunyi was very strong, at least stronger than Jiang Nianwei and Lin Zihao.
The six S-class freshmen had each shown their strength. Lin Zihao had been suppressed by nine swords, and Jiang Nianwei had fought a sparring match. The crowd couldn't quite grasp the full extent of these two's power. However, the remaining four were all monstrously strong, pouring a basin of cold water on everyone's fiery ambitions and leaving them chilled to the bone.
Seeing that Yu Fei's Qi Blood reserves seemed bottomless, Zhang Xunyi roared. He abruptly unleashed the remaining half of his cyan-white Sword Qi, which had been acting as the cores for his phantom forms. Instantly, Zhang Xunyi's many phantoms vanished into light, and the torrent of cyan-white Sword Qi swelled to more than three times its size. Underneath his bronze mask, blood was already streaming from his mouth and nose.
He wanted to win, even if just once.
