The many reporters were speechless as they watched the man spouting nonsense, but they couldn't very well call Xia Ping out in public.
At that moment, the other semifinal match also came to an end.
Bai Qingqing and Feng Qiudao had fought fiercely, using every trick at their disposal. Even after Bai Qingqing gave it everything she had, she still couldn't defeat Feng Qiudao. In the end, he knocked her unconscious with a single punch, leaving her seriously injured and out of the tournament.
That meant the finalists had been decided. The championship would be settled between Feng Qiudao and Xia Ping.
"Mr. Xia, we now know who'll be facing you in the final: Mr. Feng Qiudao. What are your thoughts?" a reporter immediately asked Xia Ping.
Xia Ping looked as if the sky had fallen. "It's over, it's over. I'm probably finished this time."
"Finished? So you don't have much confidence in winning the final?"
A reporter asked.
The corners of the reporters' mouths twitched. This was the first time they'd seen someone reach the final with so little confidence. Usually, finalists would make bold declarations, insisting they were sure to win and proclaiming their own invincibility.
But this guy had gone and said outright that he was bound to lose.
"I don't have any confidence at all."
Xia Ping was perfectly candid. "After all, the people who made it to the final are all senior to me. They've trained for several years longer, and their inner strength, martial skills, and mental will are all at their peak. Against someone like me, who's badly injured, wouldn't they win with ease?"
"I suggest Feng Qiudao suppress his cultivation to the seventh level of the Martial Master realm, and refrain from using any treasures. He should even let me have one