Moonwatch Mountain, the summit plaza.
Yang Jing's mind was clear, his thoughts steady. He had a sober understanding of the situation in this tournament.
The preliminary round, the first round of the main competition, and the second round's Top Sixteen Knockout Round had occasionally pitted formidable enemies and heavenly prodigies against one another. To him, however, they had ultimately been mere groundwork and warm-up, appetizers before the feast, offering limited difficulty and little pressure.
He had controlled every match along the way with ease, advancing or holding back as he pleased. Never once had he truly given his all.
But everything would change with tomorrow's Top Eight Knockout Round.
This round would directly determine the top four in this Jintai Grand Tournament. Every martial artist still competing was a peerless heavenly prodigy, one in ten thousand, whose combat strength, reserves, temperament, and talent all stood at the very pinnacle of the prefecture's younger generation.
Once the final four were decided, the battles for champion and runner-up would follow. Every step would lead closer to the summit, and every step would bring greater danger.
The further they went, the fiercer, more violent, and more ruthless the competition would become.
Even with his present strength, he could still lose and be eliminated.
Jiang Yun, Lü Chongrui, and Li Tai in particular remained unfathomable. These three peerless heavenly prodigies at the tournament's pinnacle had yet to reveal their full depths or exhaust their reserves. Each one's true combat strength was impossible to gauge.
If he wanted to break through this gathering of powerful opponents and claim the summit, he could afford neither wishful thinking nor complacency.
At that thought, Yang Jing gathered himself and drew a light breath of the cool mountain air. Suppressing his stray thoughts, he turned to Sun Ningxiang beside