Just before Han Qingyu went down to the arena floor, Wen Jifei asked him with undisguised glee, “You’re about to get beaten up in front of all these people. How are you feeling?” 

“It’s not like it’ll be embarrassing if I lose to him.” Han Qingyu smiled.

Losing was a certainty. If he were already enough to beat a B-rank captain from the Gold Erasers, that would mean the Coalition was in real trouble.

Besides, this was a friendly match. The point was to learn. He had no intention of going all out to win.

“This is a rare opportunity. Let’s see how much of Captain Qin’s strength I can draw out. I might actually learn something,” Han Qingyu said, vaulting over the bleachers’ railing and dropping down to the arena floor.

Qin Guowen, already wearing his device, came over to greet him. 

As they sat down next to each other, Qin Guowen muttered under his breath, “T-t-this is terrible. With this kind of crowd, everyone’s going to laugh at me if I even take one hit, won’t...