The decisive battle, fourth round!
In the first three rounds, Li Tianming's life-and-death mark had been "one"; he had been the first to take the field every round.
Thus, he had already assumed that the fourth round would be his as well.
Just as he silently prepared to enter the arena, he abruptly discovered that his life-and-death mark had changed. It was no longer "one," but sixteen.
The last one!
"I'm going first?"
Beside Li Tianming, Fengting Haolong froze for a moment. Clearly, he too had assumed that Li Tianming would be the first to enter.
Yet now, it was his turn.
"Looks like it's truly random from here on out." Light flickered in Fengting Haolong's handsome eyes, and his fighting spirit surged.
"Do you think that's good or bad?" Fengting Shengwu asked.
"It doesn't matter. We've already come this far. If I can have a satisfying battle, then even losing is no great matter." Fengting Haolong smiled.
The brothers had come with precisely that mindset!
In any case, they had already obtained honor and fame. What remained was purely about battle.
"Go!"
Fengting Shengwu gave his twin brother a push on the shoulder and sent him into the arena.
Graceful as a jade tree in the wind, Fengting Haolong strode into the fray. Reaching the center of the battlefield, he bowed to the two groups of elders on the golden and black floating High Platforms, displaying both youthful spirit and steady composure.
With the battle of the final sixteen upon them, many people unknowingly became tense.
Xuejing Chan and the others clasped their hands together, unable to help praying for Fengting Haolong... In truth, they still hoped he could advance another step rather than encounter an opponent impossible to match too early.
Then—
On the black floating High Platform,