After the Grand Elder announced his victory, Zhaang Ye slowly walked down from the Martial Arts Arena.
Zhaang Ye still wore that same placid expression, but by now, no one dared to underestimate him anymore. The few who had previously mocked and ridiculed him had run far away, afraid Zhaang Ye would come to settle accounts.
While others fled, Zhaang Qing approached.
"You weren't using your full strength in that last fight," Zhaang Qing said, staring at Zhaang Ye. "With your power, it shouldn't have taken you so long to defeat Zhaang Yun. You could have easily knocked him off the stage, but instead, you sliced him up, cut by cut, until he was covered in blood and forced to kneel in surrender. You were toying with him, playing with him."
Zhaang Ye coughed, about to speak.
But Zhaang Qing spoke again, "You're very strong. You definitely still have some aces up your sleeve that you haven't shown. Tomorrow is the advancement to the top sixteen. I hope I get to face you then."
