Humanity was still more than two hundred points behind the Devil Race.
If Qin Shaofeng faced a Devil Race contestant, as long as it wasn't Mo Yanyu, he could make up the difference in points outright.
That would leave the Devil Race with only a slight lead at most.
So many people were hoping that Qin Shaofeng's opponent this time would be a member of the Devil Race.
And, more importantly, that it wouldn't be Mo Yanyu!
Qin Shaofeng was hoping for the same thing. He hoped he wouldn't draw another human opponent.
Honestly, in this sixth round, Qin Shaofeng had already faced humans in three of his matches.
They said three was the limit. Surely his final match wouldn't turn out the same way!
It seemed his prayers had worked. This time, Qin Shaofeng's opponent was a member of the Devil Race—and not Mo Yanyu, but a Devil Race expert at the tenth level of the Nirvana Realm.
At last, a Devil Race opponent at the tenth level of the Nirvana Realm!
When Qin Shaofeng saw that his opponent wasn't human, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But at the same time, when the humans saw Qin Shaofeng's opponent, a wave of cries of alarm swept through the crowd.
"How could it be him?"
"Damn it, it actually had to be this Devil Race fighter. Yan Yang has no chance this time!"
"Damn, what terrible luck. If he'd drawn someone else, even Xue Xuanyu, Yan Yang would have had a chance. But how could it be him?"
"..."
Him?
Who exactly was this him?
At first, Qin Shaofeng didn't know. But it didn't take long for him to find out.
His opponent this time was Leng Feng, a peerless genius of the Leng Family, one of