Zheng Jia Ru muttered to himself, echoing the thoughts of most of the people on the sidelines. Although Pei Yan was very eager to face off against the Blood Fiend, the priority of this tournament was to completely cut off its chances of winning the highest prize.
"But if we lose to the Daoist Realm in the next match, according to the rules, won't we still have to fight the Blood Fiend for second place?" Zhao Yuanhu suddenly thought of something and whispered.
"Don't worry, that's not going to happen. We will definitely defeat the Daoist Realm and secure first and second place, leaving no chance for the Blood Fiend to turn the tables." Pei Yan chuckled, lightly patting his opponent on the head, and said resolutely.
