In the West Courtyard's rest area, the atmosphere grew a little tense after Tana's defeat.
Tana's petite figure reformed. Her small face was tight, her blue eyes filled with frustration. She stomped her foot hard. "Damn it! I was so close!"
She hadn't lost due to a lack of power, but in that momentary clash of spirit.
Zhao Qingwei's soul-stealing sword strike was simply too bizarre and swift.
Qin Rui patted her shoulder, his voice steady. "Don't worry about it. Her sword is indeed fast. You did a great job forcing out her trump card, and she paid the price for it."
His gaze shifted toward the North Courtyard. In the rest area, Zhao Qingwei looked fine, but as soon as she returned to the arena, the Battle Network System would automatically revert her to her previous heavily injured state.
Xu Zhi leaned close to Qin Rui and whispered, "Old Qin, what's the plan for the next match? Zhao Qingwei looks like she's at the end of her rope, but what if she can still..."
