"Oh, really?"
Ye Qingzhou held the Dragon Abyss sword, exuding an aura as imposing as a towering mountain standing on the ground.
His face showed no trace of emotion—neither joy nor anger— unaffected by his opponent's words.
The calmer and more poised he appeared, the more Qin Haoyu and the others felt Ye Qingzhou was putting on a facade, trying to mystify them.
"Ye Qingzhou, this Phoenix Cup Competition, your journey ends here!"
"No matter how you pretend, you cannot hide the depletion of your physical strength and True Qi."
"We admit that your move just now was indeed powerful, being able to eliminate so many of us at once. But you're still not a Martial Arts Master, and your Martial Arts True Qi will eventually be exhausted. Can you unleash such an attack a second time?"
Qin Haoyu and Lan Caidie assumed a stance of having "seen through him" and surrounded Ye Qingzhou again, now feeling victory was within their grasp.
