"Young Master, you predicted it right again!"
Sui'er turned her head to look at Luo Feng, her bright eyes showing surprise. Then she frowned and muttered to herself, "Weird. Their last match should have resulted in a draw. How was the victor decided in a single move?"
Luo Feng sat to the side and smiled, his mind as clear as a mirror.
The young Saber man who attacked just now didn't make one strike, but two. It only seemed like one because his speed was so immense that the two saber gleams merged, creating an illusion.
Then there were five more contests, all of them intense.
However, all the combatants were cultivators at the Eighth Stage of the Hell Realm; the genuinely talented youngsters hadn't made their moves yet.
As another contest concluded, Sui'er's face flushed pink with excitement. She looked at Luo Feng and exclaimed, "Young Master, you're incredible! You guessed all seven duels correctly!"
