"If we don't meet in the first round, there's still a chance in the second or third. Of course, that's assuming you haven't been eliminated yet, Junior Brother Sheng," Fang Yun said.
"I knew you were confident you'd beat your first-round opponent, Senior Brother."
Sheng Qiyuan was not surprised by Fang Yun's answer.
Even though Fang Yun's first-round opponent was a disciple at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, he was still optimistic about Fang Yun's chances.
To date, he had only sparred with Fang Yun in Magical Combat once, back when Fang Yun was at the Qi Refining Fifth Layer, but this didn't affect his judgment of him in the slightest.
He knew about Fang Yun's subsequent Magical Combat spars; so far, no senior brother or sister had managed to break through Fang Yun's defense.
"Of course, I'm confident." Fang Yun smiled. A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he said, "I remember your number is quite high, Junior Brother."
