Sect competition has been heating up with most of the competitors eliminated.
The poison user has been matched with the shield user and Fang Xuiying has been matched with Yi.
The contestants have been given some time between the matches. The sickle girl woke up in the infirmary. Her eyes shined with excitement. She never saw such excellence in swordsmanship in her life. He was flexible, forceful, decisive, and capable. The weapon nerd within her had flared up. Ignoring her huge swollen face, she sprung up from her bed in search of Yi.
"Hello, my name is Fan Zhihao. Who are you?"
Yi didn't look up from sharpening his sword. "Just call me Yi. "
"What you did back there was very impressive Yi."
He didn't show it lately but Yi was very weak to his ego being stroked.
"Oh please tell me more."
