"Final match of the Round of 8, Li Ling versus Wang Feng!"
Li Ling disappeared from where he stood and appeared on the stage the next moment, using spatial traversal. Meanwhile, his foe, Wang Feng, wore an expression that was part ferocity and part tension, because he was not entirely sure of his chances.
Previously, he had harbored combative thoughts because of his Dao Heart, which he didn't dare to let weaken in the face of Li Ling's superiority. However, it was one thing to pass tough comments in your head and another to stand against this monster, and Wang Feng had been contemplating his chances ever since Shen Jian and Bei Dongshi were called, knowing that the last match could only be them.
Meanwhile, the crowd was rather hyped about it.
"Wowhoo, Asura Blood madmen pitted against each other! This is going to be fun!"
"It's the Rapist Killer versus the Asura War Demon, who will come out on top?!"
"Huh, Rapist Killer? How sure are you that his female partners were forced?"
