Throughout the silent night, at dawn the next day, the final round of the competition commenced as scheduled. By now, even a fool knew which two teams would vie for the championship and runner-up, so this match was arranged to be the last.
The previous ten battles were hardly worth mentioning. Since all teams had lost at least once to the Fantasy Dream Team and Death Squadron, they posed no threat to the championship and runner-up positions. After hurriedly concluding those matches, the finals finally began!
In the resting area, Xin Yun beamed with a smile, gently embracing Yi Luo Xiang in his arms for a long time before they parted. Gazing deeply at the striking beauty in his embrace, Xin Yun sighed and shook his head, then said, "This match is yours, go... Show the world all of your unrivaled edge. I'll be here awaiting your triumphant return."
