Yang Jing's steps were unsteady as he walked down from the arena. A feeling of emptiness from his depleted Inner Strength spread through his limbs, making each step feel like he was treading on cotton.
He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His fingertips felt a warm wetness, but he calmly pulled his hand back, hiding it in his sleeve and clenching it into a fist. 'This little injury is nothing.'
Qin Yu followed close behind him off the arena, his steps steady. Though his black martial arts uniform was stained with some dust, it did nothing to diminish his upright posture.
The Silver Armor Captain stepped onto the arena, his armor glinting coldly in the sunlight. He announced loudly, "First round, second match. The winner is Qin Yu!"
As his voice fell, thunderous cheers erupted from the western stands. The disciples of Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall stood up, waving their hall's banner and shouting.
"Senior Brother Qin is mighty!"
