Xiangjiang, Kowloon City District.
Under the eyes of all, the Celestial Sword Cup tournament is proceeding smoothly, especially with the appearance of Ye Qingzhou, which elicited cheers from the entire audience and attracted everyone's attention.
After Ye Qingzhou faced off against Montano and Aurora, two Silver Grandmasters from Europe, his world ranking skyrocketed into the top ten, naturally becoming the focal point of countless spectators.
"Do you need me to go easy on you?"
Ye Qingzhou looked at his old acquaintance Nan Gongyi, his tone calm. By now, he had every right to speak such words.
Nan Gongyi had a bitter expression on his face, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, and he shook his head: "No need, I want to try my best."
Knowing full well he couldn't win, yet what martial artist would cower before battle?
Gripping the sword, concentrating spirit, sword intent surging forth.
Nan Gongyi had now the determination to give it his all.
"Alright."
