The Final Round!
All twenty-five martial artists entered the arena and waited for the tournament to begin.
Especially after the Seven Great Prodigies entered, when their gazes fell on Li Ronghuan, Li Renjie, and Li Muzhi, the icy chill in their eyes made every martial artist's heart turn cold!
"What's going on?"
"Why do I feel like the Seven Great Prodigies aren't very friendly when they look at Li Ronghuan, Li Renjie, and Li Muzhi?"
"Yeah. Even Li Buzheng, the Young Family Head, has a hint of coldness in his eyes..."
"But I've never heard that Li Ronghuan, Li Renjie, and Li Muzhi have any grudge against the Seven Great Prodigies!"
Many martial artists noticed the strange expressions on the Seven Great Prodigies' faces and voiced their curiosity.
Everyone in the arena could see that the Seven Great Prodigies' gazes were hostile. How could Li Ronghuan and the other two fail to notice?
After sensing the Seven Great Prodigies' icy gazes, Li Muzhi's heart tightened. He whispered, "What's going on? I don't think I've offended any of them."
Li Renjie said coldly, "They're coming for us?"
Li Ronghuan said indifferently, "Could it be that our performances over these four rounds were too outstanding? The Seven Great Prodigies felt threatened, so they plan to deal with us first?"
The three men each had their own thoughts.
Li Ronghuan, Li Renjie, and Li Muzhi were the greatest dark horses of this tournament. Their strength was formidable. Some even claimed that the three of them had reached the level of the Seven Great Prodigies—or had even surpassed them!
After a moment of confusion, the three men's expressions returned to normal. This was a tournament, after all. It did not matter who targeted whom. What mattered was who would emerge victorious in the end!