Young Master Wang was brimming with confidence.
He knew that anyone who dared to enter placement matches with a level 54 Contract Spirit had to have one of an extraordinary rank.
But he wasn't afraid.
Even against a level 54 SR, his lavish lineup of Contract Spirits could easily hold its own.
Heh, there's no way it's an SSR!
Young Master Wang didn't believe it. There were only so many SSR Contract Spirits in all of Great Xia. Could he really be lucky enough to run into one?
Mo Shiyu and Xia Yuan had no intention of paying him any attention. They simply clicked ready.
Trash talk before ranked matches.
They had heard far too much of it already.
The outcome was always the same.
Young Master Wang immediately felt humiliated. There were several hundred spectators watching, after all.
"Well, well, you actually dare to ignore me? Fine..."
He immediately ordered, "Number One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, don't hold back. Gang up on him!"
Xia Yuan frowned slightly, irritation stirring inside him.
This guy actually called his Contract Spirits Numbers One through Six, as though they were nothing more than tools!
Didn't that demean him by extension?
A question suddenly occurred to Xia Yuan.
"What happens if I kill that Contract Spirit Master directly?"
Mo Shiyu answered.
"Of course, we'll immediately be declared the winners. Contract Spirits who get killed won't actually die, either. They'll be forcibly logged out for an hour as a penalty."
"But Contract Spirit Masters usually prioritize their own safety in duels. Judging by how many Contract Spirits he's contracted, he's probably a veteran. His spiritual power must have passed ten thousand ages ago, so naturally, he'll know the Spirit Tamer Barrier and various other ways to protect himself."
"Plus, the Contract Spirits will fight