'Since you've walked right into my hands, don't blame me for being ruthless and finishing you off for good!'
...
In the Celestial Derivation Peak disciples' area not far away.
Zhao Chong was also making his own calculations.
He frowned slightly, thinking, 'It would be best if Yang Jing and Yuwen Mingjue were pitted against each other. If they were to fight until they were both badly injured, that would be perfect.'
In Zhao Chong's opinion, the strength Yang Jing had displayed throughout the tournament made him a much greater threat than Qin Wenbao.
....
Meanwhile, Qin Wenbao of Thunder Peak stood to the side, his expression dark enough to drip water.
Looking at the other three in the distance, he felt his chest tighten with frustration.
Among the final four, he had little confidence of winning against any of the other three.
'Perhaps among Yuwen Mingjue, Zhao Chong, and Yang Jing, Yang Jing is the weakest. My chances of winning would be slightly better against him.'
