They smiled because they could already see victory.
This was no case of popping the champagne at halftime. This was true, undeniable victory.
Victory lay right before their eyes.
They now held a tremendous advantage-an overwhelming one.
With an advantage like this, how could they lose?
The Origin Continent really was finished. Its younger generation was such trash, and those old fossils were even worse.
Each generation was worse than the last.
In the future, the Origin Continent would surely belong to them.
"But they still have Ye Lin. That little brat is quite strong. Even I had to take notice of his understanding of the sword."
"He's no ordinary fellow. There don't seem to be many on our side who can stand against that little brat."
Another supreme powerhouse of the Chaos Ancient Clan spoke up.
He brought up Ye Lin.
After all, that sword strike Ye Lin had unleashed earlier was still etched in their minds.
At their level, a single glance was enough to roughly gauge Ye Lin's true strength.
Was there anyone on their side who could match Ye Lin?
Yes, but very few.
And victory was hardly guaranteed. They could merely contend with him.
"Heh, that little brat may be somewhat interesting, but there's only one of him."
"What does it matter if we let him win a match?"
"One victory won't change the overall situation."
At those words, the other supreme powerhouses of the Chaos Ancient Clan nodded in agreement.
However strong Ye Lin was, he was still only one man.
Just one man. What did it matter if they let him win a match?
Letting him win a match would not change the overall situation.
After all, the Origin Continent's disadvantage was plain for all to see.
Turn the tables? Dream on.
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