The elderly Gnome nodded in agreement. "That is absolutely impossible. No matter how terrifying his strength is, even if he defeats the Sun Elf, it would still be impossible. He is not one of us other races—how could he possibly be the King of Kings of the other races?"
Even the elderly Bearman who supported Zhao Fu nodded seriously. "This truly is impossible. Since he is not one of the other races, he cannot draw the King of Kings Sword. If he were one of us, there might still be some possibility."
The Foxman replied, "Exactly! His race is the greatest restriction. No matter how terrifyingly strong he is, he is not one of our races. How could he draw the King of Kings Sword?"
"I think the person from the prophecy should be the one who caused the twenty-three statues to stir. It is just rather strange that he has not revealed himself after all this time. He has hidden himself deeply indeed. But at the final moment, he will certainly show himself. I'm very much looking forward to it."
The beautiful woman chuckled. "I'm also looking forward to that person appearing. However, if he wants to draw the King of Kings Sword, his greatest obstacle will be the Sun Elf. The two of them will likely erupt into another terrifying battle."
Hearing this, everyone nodded.
At this moment, the Sun Elf's expression became somewhat solemn, and he began to take notice. That person's advance had been too fierce, forcing him to pay attention.
Originally, when that person had only defeated the seventh-ranked contestant, he had not cared much, because he could easily defeat that opponent as well. But that person had charged all the way up to this point and even become third on the points rankings. His