A Hundred-Year Pact, Entering the Semifinals

"Thank you for letting me win."

Li Yufeng cupped his fists in salute.

Although he had won the match and secured qualification for the semifinals, the bitterness on his face was even more apparent than that of Qin Zhengdao, who had lost.

Qin Zhengdao's expression was complicated. Never had he imagined that he would become Li Yufeng's stepping stone.

In all their pre-match plans, Li Yufeng—who had entered as a substitute and kept advancing on nothing but "luck"—had never been taken seriously.

Yet who could have imagined that the other man would use such a method to step on his head and charge into the top four?

Song Changsheng had drawn a bye and been directly ushered through, yet Qin Zhengdao could still keep a calm heart, since Song Changsheng's strength was not weak.

But what was Li Yufeng worth?

Had it been another opponent, such as Song Changsheng or Ji Liangyu, then so long as he retained even a shred of strength, he would have fought with everything he had. After all, he did not lack the courage or will to devote himself to the court.

But against an opponent like Li Yufeng, he could not even be bothered to give him another glance. Since Li Yufeng's entry into the semifinals was already an established fact, even severely injuring him would be meaningless and would have no impact on the overall battle situation.

Even at his peak, Li Yufeng would only be there to hand out points in the semifinals. There was no need to stake his own future on it.

"Hmph."

Qin Zhengdao gave a cold snort and dragged his heavy body back to Deer Chasing Academy's platform.

Since the start of the Class A Grand Competition, apart from Xiong Tu, he was the only defeated contestant who