Qin Xin just won the challenge, and for a moment, no one dared to respond.
The Seventh Elder glanced around and casually remarked, "That last attack by Lan must have consumed quite a lot of Spiritual Power, right? I guess it'll take more than an hour to recover..."
He seemed to be chatting idly with other mentors, but though the speaker was unintentional, the listeners took it to heart, and the students below immediately became eager.
"I'll go!" A senior student hastily accepted the challenge.
Becoming a disciple of the Twelve Elders was truly tempting.
The dormitory leader with a goose-egg face pouted, "Want to challenge our Sister Xin, maybe doesn't know how they'll end up dead."
On the stage, Qin Xin flexed her wrist, indifferent: "Come on then."
She's been quite free lately, so it's a good chance to practice as well.
The senior student stood ready, setting up her stance.
Once the mentor who was judging gave the signal, she hurriedly tried to strike first like Ding Yu.
