"Mu Chen, I'm here to stop you."
As Liu Qingyun spoke, his eyes shone with a light of indifference and on his face was an apathetic smile.
Perhaps no one felt that it was inappropriate for Liu Qingyun to say such arrogant things because he did have the capability to back it up. Though Mu Chen may have been first in the playoffs, everyone knew that the final battle was completely different from the knockout phase. All eight teams remaining possessed top strength, and all eight captains were not weaklings who could be messed with.
Nobody could be said to have a hundred percent chance in winning this confrontation. Just one careless mistake could send all previous efforts down the drain and become others' stepping stones.
On hearing those words, Mu Chen also smiled slightly. In a flash, he brandished his Devouring Dragon Demonic Spear, which was emitting ominous Qi, and pointed the spear tip straight at Liu Qingyun.
