The White Erasers’ First Lieutenant Liang Ge was down. Though he seemed pretty dazed and so didn’t get up right away, he wasn’t unconscious either. That was just right.

Han Qingyu stood slightly off-center on the combat platform, blade not in hand, feeling neither particularly excited nor uneasy.

As he had said before, since he had already committed to an open confrontation with the White Erasers and Qi Shantong, there was nothing to do but follow through. The more people who knew, the better and safer he would be.

He couldn’t afford to keep a low profile. If he did, they could target and take him out without anyone noticing.

This way, if Qi Shantong ever tried to give him some “special” assignment under official pretexts, it would immediately look suspicious, concerning, and deserving of scrutiny. Attention and vigilance from all levels would increase, and Qi Shantong’s people would have to think twice before acting.

After a moment of silence, murmurs began to ripple through the stands, growing from hushed whispers into a noisy commotion.

The sight of the two fighters on the platform, one standing and one fallen, was simply too shocking....