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Soaring Dragon casually glanced at Qin Sihu, pulling out two objects from his belt behind him. They appeared to be batons; last time he only used a single baton, but these were much lighter than the Twin Whips. Soaring Dragon was prepared to use both batons to counter the Twin Whips, indicating that his dexterity and strength were quite comparable.
When the referee blew the whistle to signal the start of the match, the arena fell silent, all eyes focused on the two combatants. Qin Sihu held the Twin Whips but did not launch an attack; instead, he cautiously took two steps toward Soaring Dragon.
Soaring Dragon remained calm, not even swinging his batons. He gestured with one hand as if inviting Qin Sihu to make the first move.
Seeing that Soaring Dragon had no intention of attacking, Qin Sihu hesitated for a moment. It seemed he made a decision and began to swing the Twin Whips, gradually accelerating as he approached Soaring Dragon.
It appeared he was playing it safe, seeking not to make mistakes rather than aiming for a decisive victory. If he could slowly push Soaring Dragon out of bounds, that would be even better.
In fact, if I were Soaring Dragon, I would have taken the initiative to attack first, leveraging my agility to use the baton to disrupt Qin Sihu's movements. If that happened, Qin Sihu's Twin Whips would lose their speed and momentum, forcing him into a passive defense against the agile batons. As long as I secured the first strike, it would be difficult for Qin Sihu to retaliate.
However, Soaring Dragon still showed no signs of attacking. He merely observed Qin Sihu's swinging Twin Whips thoughtfully, allowing him to close in. At this moment, Qin Sihu's Twin Whips were getting closer!
With only two steps separating them now, Soaring Dragon suddenly swung his arms down forcefully, extending his batons to their full length.
At that moment, Qin Sihu's Twin Whips were almost upon Soaring Dragon! Just one more step forward—no, just half a step—and the Twin Whips would strike him. Soaring Dragon's dual batons would surely be unable to block them; if he chose to retreat now, he would find himself on the defensive. It would become increasingly difficult for him to regain control of the situation. Despite Qin Sihu’s cautious approach thus far, excitement gleamed in his eyes at the prospect of success.
Just as Qin Sihu crossed his arms with his weapons in preparation for an attack, Soaring Dragon suddenly moved!
He lunged forward, swinging his right hand as he struck with one baton against the back of Qin Sihu’s left whip that had just passed overhead. Meanwhile, his left baton thrust directly toward Qin Sihu’s chest!
What keen eyesight! Qin Sihu relied on inertia and speed while wielding the Twin Whips; during both swings—forward and backward—his hands remained tightly gripping them to prevent them from flying away or being knocked loose by an opponent's counterattack. However, at the peak of his swing when both hands were most relaxed was precisely when Soaring Dragon seized his opportunity. By alternating between resting his hands, Qin Sihu could maintain an unending offensive; at worst, he could exhaust his opponent.
Qin Sihu's left hand was struck hard and nearly lost grip on his whip; instead of coming down forcefully as intended, it veered off sideways.
His right whip remained behind him and could not be swung up in time. If he continued forward now, he would be inviting disaster—a direct thrust from Soaring Dragon!
Qin Sihu reacted quickly despite his shock; he managed to halt himself with a shout and retreated sharply while bringing both whips up defensively toward his chest to block the incoming thrust!
In that instant, Soaring Dragon had successfully broken through Qin Sihu's "Wheel Whip" defense!
After taking the initiative, Soaring Dragon no longer gave Qin Sihu a chance. His twin rods whipped through the air like lightning, stabbing, prodding, smashing, and striking, always targeting Qin Sihu's chest and abdomen. The rods had already entered close range, and Qin Sihu's Twin Whips could no longer be wielded freely. He was forced to defend himself, blocking left and right within a limited distance. Despite this, he continued to retreat in hopes of creating some space between them. However, Soaring Dragon's rods followed him closely, and I could see that sweat was quickly pouring down Qin Sihu's forehead.
I was greatly alarmed; it had only been two or three minutes, and the situation had already begun to tilt overwhelmingly in one direction.
It seemed that Qin Sihu on the field also realized that if this continued, he would inevitably be defeated. Just then, he let out a loud shout and disregarded the incoming strike from Soaring Dragon's right hand. He swung his left rod horizontally with all his might, determined to push Soaring Dragon back even at the cost of taking a hit!
What a formidable opponent Soaring Dragon was! His right rod actually continued to thrust forward. After hitting Qin Sihu in the chest, he suddenly bent down and swept his rod across Qin Sihu's back!
Qin Sihu's face contorted in pain! It seemed that blow had not been light! As his left rod swept past, his right rod came crashing down directly towards Soaring Dragon's back.
Soaring Dragon either did not see this coming or chose to ignore it; he lunged forward with great force, thrusting both rods upward!
With two loud thuds, Qin Sihu's rods slammed heavily onto the floor! Soaring Dragon’s twin rods accurately struck at Qin Sihu’s armpits. Overwhelmed by excruciating pain, Qin Sihu could no longer hold onto his Twin Whips, which fell to the ground!
A whistle sounded! Soaring Dragon won! He was the first to enter the finals of the Mingliang Group! The crowd erupted in astonishment. Throughout this event, only Soaring Dragon had consistently displayed such flamboyant and exaggerated skills, yet no one could match him; he truly stole the spotlight.
Old Bi murmured beside me, "This is what a master looks like—fast, fierce, and precise! Shen Han probably won't stand a chance against Soaring Dragon."
I nodded in agreement. "Yes, Soaring Dragon's movements are very agile, and he excels at exploiting his opponent's weaknesses. I also think that someone of his caliber wouldn't just focus on speed and technique; I believe his strength is formidable as well. Anyone who underestimates Soaring Dragon on that front will likely suffer even more."
After a pause, I added, "If only I could fight him once; I’m sure I would learn a lot."
"Well, that's what you get for losing to Shen Han," Old Bi teased.
I smiled but said nothing.
The morning matches concluded quickly. In the afternoon, I had another match against Qin Sihu—the winner would represent Revive in tomorrow morning's finals.
Watching Qin Sihu's match against Soaring Dragon didn’t provide me with much insight because I believed I couldn't match Soaring Dragon's speed and agility. Therefore, trying to adopt his style to defeat Qin Sihu seemed impossible; I needed to rely on my own strengths and confront him head-on. Fortunately, my Steel Rod was also a heavy weapon that wouldn’t be at a disadvantage against his Twin Whips.
To be fair, Qin Sihu, Shen Han, and I were all on similar levels; we just had different strengths. Shen Han excelled in cleverness and adaptability while Qin Sihu was steady and persistent with enduring strength. However, since Qin Sihu lost in the morning match, his stamina, momentum, and mindset would have changed significantly. I felt that my chances of winning were about fifty-fifty.
During lunch, we sat at the same table, and everyone still had some complaints about my decision to forfeit the competition. The others were fine, as they didn't know my true abilities, but I could tell that Old Bi was somewhat skeptical. He tried to probe a few times, but I simply played dumb and let it slide.
Jing felt quite embarrassed; she thought I had agreed to her request and forfeited the match against Shen Han. I, however, thought it was better for everyone to misunderstand. The only help I could give Shen Han was to provide him with an opportunity—a chance to change his own fate.
As we finished eating and headed outside, we unexpectedly ran into Zhu Wu and Qin Sihu. "Hey, you guys haven't forgotten about the bet, have you?!" Zhu Wu asked boldly as he blocked our path.
We exchanged glances, and Luo Luo and Qizi looked surprised, asking Jing what was going on. I stepped forward and replied, "Are you referring to this afternoon's match?"
"Hey! I thought you all had forgotten! We won't be facing the Striking Group since you got eliminated so early! But the Equipment Group is going to be interesting. According to the schedule, you have to face A Hu this afternoon. The winner can revive from the loser's bracket and advance to the finals."
I glanced at Qin Sihu. After our earlier battle, his aura seemed significantly diminished—likely due to being heavily impacted by Soaring Dragon. But for some reason, he was staring intently at me, his eyes burning with fierce determination. "Alright, see you this afternoon!" I said calmly.
Just as we were about to turn away, Zhu Wu called out from behind, "Hey beautiful, get ready to join us tonight!"
It felt somewhat lewd, and Old Bi couldn't help but turn back and mockingly retort, "A defeated soldier dares to speak of bravery?"
Qin Sihu then said, "Wang Wei! Remember this! I won't accept your forfeit in this afternoon's match! I'll teach you a good lesson!"
I turned around in surprise at his words. Interesting—did he really think that Old Bi and I forfeiting against our opponents was an act of cowardice?
I shrugged and smiled. "I feel the same way!"
After turning back around, Luo Luo and Qizi learned about the bet from Jing. Having witnessed Qin Sihu's prowess in the arena, Luo Luo couldn't help but ask, "Brother Wang, do you think you'll win against him this afternoon?"
In matters of combat, who could say for sure? I smiled and replied, "I don't know; I'll just do my best."
Old Bi chimed in, "Ah, it seems Qin Sihu and Zhu Wu are quite close. They really go all out for women! Did you see how fiery his eyes were just now? It looked like he wanted to melt Wang Wei!"
Qizi angrily remarked from the side, "Qin Sihu is bad enough; after all, he's just an accomplice. But Zhu Wu is truly arrogant—it's too much! Even if he really likes Jing, he shouldn't approach her like that."
At that moment, Shen Han interjected from nearby, "Hey, you guys have got it wrong this time. Do you know why Zhu Wu keeps pestering Jing?"
We all shook our heads, but Old Bi replied, "Can't you see? Zhu Wu likes her!"
Shen Han smiled and said, "You're wrong. It's Qin Sihu who likes Jing!"
Ah! We all stopped in shock, staring at Shen Han. No way! Qin Sihu was so quiet and seemed proud and aloof. We all thought he was Zhu Wu's loyal friend, supporting him!
Shen Han looked at us and also paused, apologetically saying, "I didn't know about your bet. That time when you weren't here, they went to find Jing, but I stopped them. Later, when we were downstairs and no one was around, we almost got into a fight. It was Qin Sihu who held Zhu Wu back, insisting on having a showdown with me. That's when Zhu Wu let it slip that Qin Sihu liked Jing."
"So, does that mean Qin Sihu is your rival?" Old Bi interjected.
Jing's face turned red as she lowered her head, too shy to speak.
Shen Han looked at me and said, "Old Wang, you have to give it your all! You must win! Qin Sihu sees you as a double target!"
I was left speechless; this was just adding fuel to the fire!
(To be continued; tomorrow's finale will be even more exciting!)
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