With nearly a two-hour buffer, everyone's emotions had calmed down. In their view, the champion had already emerged, so they watched the upcoming matches with a purely appreciative attitude.
The city lord of the second floor tried hard to disguise his triumph, but the sense of satisfaction on his face was so evident that even a blind man could see it.
On the stage, Shi Xiaole and Sha Zongheng stood five feet apart.
"Lele, I know you won't admit defeat. But I'm curious, how are you going to block my Flowing Cloud Disc?"
Sha Zongheng chuckled, with a meaningful grin on his face.
He had adjusted his mentality very well. Knowing that he was no match for Lan Ning, he began to enjoy the excitement of competition.
"You'll find out when you try."
Shi Xiaole's face was unreadable.
Sha Zongheng's eyes gradually became grave. He considered himself a skilled judge of character, and from Shi Xiaole's every gesture, he felt a confidence that emanated from within.
"Then be careful."
