"I never expected Xiao Jingyue and Xiao Zheng to really meet."
"Qian Yun and Zhang Ao have come to blows. That's something I never expected."
"The sharpest sword and the hardest shield; the famously soft persimmon and the fierce, brawny brute. Yuanchen, who do you think will win these two matches?"
Lin Fan watched the battles with a cheerful grin. Watching these juniors fight to the death was simply too interesting to him.
Jiang Sheng did not readily speak after hearing Lin Fan's assessment of the four. Meanwhile, Lingyan, Ling Qiu, and the others had already pricked up their ears. They too were watching these two battles, guessing who would win and who would lose.
Now that Lin Fan had asked Jiang Sheng, they naturally wanted to hear how Lingyuan, their senior brother—widely acknowledged as a master of combat who had overwhelmed everyone of the current generation from the Immortal, Divine, and Buddhist lineages—would judge them.
Yet Jiang Sheng merely said, "Hard to say."
"Hard to say? How is it hard to say?" Lin Fan pressed relentlessly. He would not let Jiang Sheng off so easily.
Jiang Sheng pointed at the battle between Qian Yun and Zhang Ao. "Qian Yun—you said it yourself, he's a famously soft persimmon. But could a true soft persimmon make it into the top ten?"
"Luck? Fortuitous encounters? Or sheer chance?"
"There is no such thing as chance or luck in the top ten of the sect tournament. It all comes down to strength."
"This fellow looks timid and submissive, always smiling at everyone like some old-fashioned nice guy. But when a soft persimmon gets ruthless and fights for his life, he can truly scare people to death."
"Having Zhang Ao push him a little is good. I also want to see what the Myriad