"I'm so tense."
Nangong Yao looked at the area brimming with a fighting spirit and was overwhelmed by the atmosphere. Such fierce fighting spirit made her feel uncomfortable all over.
Only thirty or so experts remained in the vast area, many of whom possessed strong auras, having emerged as elites from the previous six rounds of fights.
Together, these thirty-odd people exuded an astonishing momentum.
"Don't be nervous. Their feelings are probably much like yours," she said.
Although Ye Xuan was calm, he knew that these people's mindsets were similar to Nangong Yao's. Now, in the final few rounds, the battles would definitely not be simple.
Not long after, the battle had already started one after another.
Ye Xuan's opponent in the seventh round, however, was somewhat coincidental—it was none other than Qiu Tianyuan from the Heavenly Fist Sect.
"Mr. Qiu, it's up to you now."
