In the second round, Chen Xiaojun ran into Cheng Tai, a level 31 Soul Elder who had only recently broken through. Like Zhao Mingsheng, he was one of the standouts of the new generation.
"Cheng Tai, don't lose. Young Master Xiao isn't simple. His Soul Power quality is very high, and his physical body is strong too." Zhao Mingsheng's humming voice echoed like a subwoofer.
"Yes. Young Master Xiao's swordplay foundation is extremely solid, and he uses it very flexibly. His transitions are fast, almost perfect, and his battle talent is extremely high. Also, he has a trump card. I can't say what it is, but it's very strong. Be careful." Zhu Wukui had only just come down and was still recovering his Soul Power, but at this moment, he also spoke at just the right time.
"Old Cheng, Lao Zhao already lost to Young Master Xiao. If you lose too, our 'Azure Beast Youth Four Young Masters' won't look good. Burn, youth!" Ma Wenyi shouted, his blood boiling with passion.
Zhao Mingsheng and Zhu Wukui's faces darkened, and with great tacit understanding, they moved away from this guy.
Cheng Tai turned and waved his hand, then strode toward the arena.
Cheng Tai had short black hair and a well-proportioned build, neither fat nor thin. His yellow eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. Metal bracers covered his arms, and on his fingers was a set of incomparably sharp finger guards that flashed with golden light. He carried an air of flamboyant confidence.
By the same logic, for Chen Xiaojun, his luck really was not very good. He had run into Soul Elders for two rounds in a row, and among the thirty-nine people in the clan competition, there were only a dozen or so Soul Elders.
Cheng Tai cupped