"If things go as expected, your opponent in the third round will be that boy called Ling Chen," the woman with blood-red pupils suddenly spoke.
"Oh? Such a coincidence?" The black-robed young man named Tian Sha looked surprised. Then, his eyes lit up, and he smiled at the woman with blood-red pupils. "I get it. You must have helped me secretly and tampered with the lottery box. Thanks."
"It wasn't me. They were the ones who tampered with it," the woman with blood-red pupils replied, her tone as cold as ever.
"Then I really have to thank him. That worthless fish actually swam right into the line of fire. He can't blame me for what happens next." Tian Sha grinned, licking his chapped lips and cracking his knuckles, a sinister smile on his face.
"Prepare to use your full strength. You might not be his match," Young Master Ye, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.
