"I'm not sure if this counts as being in full-force mode yet..."
Cen Yanbin glanced at Chen Xuan with narrowed eyes.
What other tricks does this guy have up his sleeve? He's completely unpredictable.
From the start of the finals to now, he has been fully determined to lose three times, but he has managed to break through and turn the tables each time, as if he owns a printing machine that can produce bottomless cards.
"You're not going to try to help, are you?"
Seeing Cen Yanbin's eager look, the girl from Qingcheng Sect couldn't help but advise him, "It's not necessary. We just need to wait here quietly.
Given the situation, there's no way they can turn things around. Once the sword formation is broken, we'll go and grab a few heads, and if we're lucky, we'll get a few hundred points.
Even if we can't beat Chen Xuan later on, we'll still have a decent number of points if those seven get eliminated before us."
