Su Yuan: "I'm here."
Chen Nuoyi: "Congratulations on winning the championship."
Eh? Wasn't the line supposed to be, You shouldn't have come?
An involuntary thought surfaced in Su Yuan's mind.
He hurriedly activated his Pure Devil Heart, dispelling those distracting thoughts, and said with a smile:
"I also hope you can win the championship."
Chen Nuoyi smiled.
"My chances of winning are still pretty slim, but I won't say anything that dampens everyone's spirits. I'll definitely do my best in the battle ahead."
"Besides, if you're watching from below, even if I lose, I won't feel sad."
As soon as she finished speaking, before Su Yuan could say anything else, the referee on the arena reminded her:
"Contestant Chen Nuoyi, it's time to begin."
The girl hurriedly answered the referee, stood up, and then pulled Su Yuan into the seat where she had been sitting.
Sitting in the spot that still held her warmth and watching the girl's twin ponytails sway behind her as she walked, Su Yuan's expression grew extremely serious.
Even more serious than when he had faced his own decisive battle in the monthly exam.
Chen Nuoyi and Mu Shouzhen entered from opposite sides of the arena and stood a hundred meters apart.
Mu Shouzhen was a petite girl. Su Yuan estimated that she was no taller than one and a half meters, as if an elementary school student had wandered into University Town.
The contrast was that a silver greatsword as large as a door panel floated behind her.
The greatsword followed close behind the girl at all times, blocking the lights in the Martial Arts Hall and plunging her doll-like, delicate features into darkness.
A pressure no weaker than Chou Tianze's spread from the petite girl.
This was the Heavenly Dusk Saintess. Her father was