Everyone instinctively looked at Han Yan, yet there was no sympathy or pity. To make Duan Heshan exert himself so fully, even in defeat, there is glory. How could they have the right to sympathize or pity?
They were even a bit envious. If they could have a duel with Duan Heshan, even if they lost like Han Yan, it would be a tremendous honor.
That's right, although Han Yan hadn't made a move yet, in everyone's eyes, he had already lost. How could someone like Duan Heshan, exerting himself like a War God, be someone that Han Yan, who just joined the academy for half a month, could contend with?
Jiang Qiling's face showed a mocking smile: Indeed, this was the Duan Heshan she knew. His strength was not something Zhuang Xingfeng could compare with. Even she had no confidence to contend with him. Her father said that Duan Heshan wouldn't pose a problem for Han Yan, but this time he was indeed mistaken.
Everyone held their breath, gazing intently at the Competition Platform.
