"You're next."
When those words rang out, everyone could feel Yuwen Chi's hostility toward Ning Jiang. The air between them crackled with tension.
"My defeated foe." Ning Jiang uttered the three words lightly.
"Interesting. Looks like those two are definitely heading for a vicious battle."
"Yuwen Chi lost to Ning Jiang last time. He must have cultivated some kind of trump card to be this confident now."
"The fights to come are getting more and more exciting."
After the battle between Yuwen Chi and Ying Yuxiao ended, only two people among the top ten had yet to fight.
One was Ning Jiang. The other was the person who had advanced from the ninth group—the only one among the ten who had not reached the level of a young giant.
On the tournament stage.
"Give me your best shot," Ning Jiang said.
"Please, guide me."
