Wang Hao threw Huang Ying out, advancing directly to the semi-finals.
At the same time, Dongfang Wuheng also killed his opponent in seconds, advancing to the semi-finals.
Aside from these two, Iceberg and Dao Lang also advanced.
Atop the arena, Dongfang Wuheng swept a cold and sharp glance like a sword over Wang Hao, and said, "Wang Hao, you truly surprise me."
Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders, smiled defiantly, and countered, "If, and I mean if, I beat him in the final and claim the championship, won't you be even more surprised?"
Hearing Wang Hao's words, Dongfang Wuheng's face instantly darkened, his expression frighteningly cold.
"Hmph, Wang Hao, you really are full of yourself!"
Wang Hao curled his lip and said, "Can't help it, I'm used to it!"
Dongfang Wuheng and Wang Hao were at daggers drawn, and if private fights weren't forbidden at the moment, it was likely they would have started a bloodbath right then and there.
