Sun Yong had been staring blankly in the direction of the seventh arena. Hearing her voice, he turned to see her red-rimmed eyes and waved a hand. "It's nothing."
Qi Yun froze for a moment. The tension in her body suddenly eased, and she nearly burst into tears. She quickly nodded. "Yes, Master."
She quietly moved to the side, still upset over her loss, when the excited chatter of other disciples drifted to her ears.
"Senior Brother Yang Jing is incredible, isn't he? He actually beat Qian Feng!"
"I know, right? He's made it to the fifth round and is fighting for the top spot!"
"Who would have thought? He's so quiet when he's training at the Martial Arts Hall, barely says a word. But once he's in the arena, he's a beast!"
Qi Yun's ears perked up as if pricked by a needle. She snapped her head up and stared at the disciples in disbelief. "You're talking about... Yang Jing?"
...
The seventh arena.
The second match of the fourth round had already begun.
