Only three battles remain before the champion is revealed.
One of them is still a losers' match, and both sides might be too battered by their previous wins, so the outcome will be decided quickly.
At the end of the Boundary Sea, lies the Ultimate Ancient Land.
In Qili's dressing room lounge.
Saleret... lost.
Mika wasn't surprised; even if he was entrusted with an important task by Doringger, this is the Continent Martial Arts Competition.
Twenty minutes left?
Mika looked at the time on the pocket watch, inching closer to the deadline.
Qili had already removed all the accessories that hindered her movement; wearing so many items was quite heavy.
She was here not only to complete a meeting arranged by the Pope but also to change outfits; running around in a costume looked silly.
Instantly, Qili didn't hold back, her smooth white fingers hooked the strap and lightly flicked it, and the black-gold classical backless dress fell like a collapsing Holy Hall.
In an instant.
