Hearing Evan Lin's words, everyone looked displeased.
The previous matches, whether Flying Eagle Company won or Knife-Edge Company won, were just routine affairs.
But Tiger Fang, who came out of the Tiger Special Forces, represents more than just himself. If he loses to First Blade, it means something different entirely.
Grant Yuan glanced deeply at Evan Lin.
Down below, the match officially began.
From the very start, Tiger Fang got serious. He surged forward, every punch and move radiating a crushing sense of pressure.
Last time, First Blade Frank Xu had his arm shattered by Tiger Fang during the Regimental War Game. Now, after recovering, his strength has not only returned but grown—otherwise, he’d have zero confidence facing Tiger Fang again.
But when First Blade glanced up and saw Evan Lin standing at the window above, a strange sense of calm settled in his heart.
Standing his ground, First Blade took up a Wing Chun stance and faced Tiger Fang head-on.
The two quickly became locked in close combat.
This was nothing like Fifth Blade’s one-punch domination of Vulture in the first match, or Second Blade’s desperate comeback after being forced back by Hawkeye in the second.
This time, the two fighters were evenly matched.
Tiger Fang’s first wave of attacks didn’t give him the upper hand, and First Blade’s Wing Chun defense held firm.
“Hmm?”
Seeing this, more and more people were shocked.
Tiger Fang’s relentless, storm-like offense—if it were anyone else, they’d have been overwhelmed already.
Even Hawkeye would have trouble dealing with this.
“First Blade’s got some real skills.”
Even though Xu Shifeng favored Tiger Fang, he couldn’t help but sigh at the scene before him.
Deputy Commander Su swallowed nervously and glanced at Evan Lin, who remained utterly calm, as if everything was already under his control.