After several days of Arena Battles, the ten finalists were finally chosen: Xue Xi, Luo Feng, Qianshui, Bolan, Wuka, Lansiluo, Longyun, Ai Chen, Rong Jun, and Jialaixi! Luo Feng was much stronger than before, so he didn't face Jialaixi. Instead, he eliminated Autopala, who had originally been among the top ten, allowing Jialaixi to qualify by sheer luck.
Xue Xi had taken Gusiluo's place. Of course, this wasn't a ranking, just a list of finalists. Next, they had to select the top five from the ten, then determine their final rankings.
The first and last contestants would face off, and the five winners would then battle one another in turn. Xue Xi happened to draw Jialaixi, the last to enter the top ten. This Phantom Demon had no idea where he got his confidence, but he made a throat-slitting gesture at Xue Xi and swaggered onto the arena.
Xue Xi gave a slight shrug. This childish brat was really annoying. She strolled onto the arena and, under Jialaixi's mocking gaze, drew her cleaver. "Little brat, hurry up. I've got to finish this and get to dinner."
Jialaixi's mouth twitched. "According to your file, you're just a girl in her twenties. I'm 89. You're calling me a little brat? Have you even been weaned?"
Xue Xi rolled her eyes. "Oh, right, of course. You're so old—how come you haven't died yet?"
Nine Sword Venerable, serving as the referee, listened to the two childish idiots bickering in the middle of the Genius Finals. He coughed and barked, "Are you fighting or not? If not, both of you get off the arena!"
At that, Jialaixi immediately launched his illusion attack. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. But it was all for nothing. Xue Xi might have looked down on her opponent