The first round of matches had all ended.
Other than Li Shangtian, all Eternal Sect Disciples advanced without incident.
According to the rules, they had to draw lots again to determine their opponents for the second round. Su Xiaomo was first up, and his opponent was actually Ling Li.
The arrangement looked so deliberate that even the system could not help wanting to complain.
"Junior Brother."
Li Qingyang said, "Do not let your guard down."
Though he too was furious over Li Shangtian being brutalized, he could not deny that Ling Li truly had skill. Against an opponent like this, one had to be cautious beyond caution.
"Understood!"
Su Xiaomo walked toward the Sparring Platform.
However, just as he was about to step up, he suddenly stopped when Ye Xingchen sent him a voice transmission. "Concede. Leave him to me."
"..."
Su Gousheng's expression became wonderfully complicated.
"Junior Brother, this is an interstellar competition. The Sect Master values it so highly—how can you ask me to concede?"
"There is still the resurrection bracket. What are you afraid of?" Ye Xingchen said.
"..."
Su Xiaomo was truly speechless.
True, losing would send him into the losers' bracket, and he could still fight his way into the finals. But since they had been matched up, he also wanted to thrash that arrogant fellow!
Ye Xingchen said, "Give me some face."
"..."
Su Xiaomo hesitated.
He secretly looked toward the Spectator Platform and saw the Sect Master smiling at him. He understood at once.
"Fine."
Su Xiaomo said, "I'll give him to you."
"But..." He walked toward the Sparring Platform, his gaze turning icy. "Before I lose, I'm going to give him a vicious beating."
"Do as you please."
Ye Xingchen did not object.
That fellow was so arrogant. If he fell into