To the Quarterfinals! (3)
Quinlan had already gotten used to the flow of the event. After he reached the center of the stage, he cupped his fists together, paying respect to his opponent.
The other party is a woman with flowing black hair, looking like a kind elder sister, almost the same as Xiyadie. However, she lacked the playful innocence that Xiyadie had and instead was pure-looking.
She was wielding something different from what Quinlan was used to seeing before. It was a thin, octagonal wooden plate with a clear mirror in the middle. On the eight directions of the plate were various markings, mostly made out of thick lines. From his memory, it should be something like a bagua.
'I have watched her fight before, but even now, I can't think of countermeasures for her!'