"The top five have been selected. I must say, that was spectacular! Ling Feng, Bolan, Long Yun, Ai Chen, Jiang Mo, congratulations on making it into the top five. You now have half an hour to rest. After that, we'll proceed straight to the top-five round-robin matches."
Once the top five had been decided, Venerable Nine Swords, dressed in a green robe, looked at the five victors and spoke with a smile.
"The rules of the round-robin matches are as follows: each of the top five must fight the other four once. Each victory earns one point. The final point rankings will determine first and second place..."
With the top five decided, the competition gradually approached its conclusion, but the final round-robin matches were clearly the most exciting part.
Yet the final outcome had, in truth, long since been set in stone.
Once the top-five round-robin matches began as scheduled, Ling Feng and Bolan defeated all four opponents, just as everyone had expected.
The two became the only contenders for first place.
Soon, amid everyone's anticipation, the two began this final battle to decide the champion.
"We've finally reached the ultimate showdown. I don't know why, but it's got my blood boiling."
"Mine too. I'm not the one fighting, but I still feel excited."
"Hey, who do you think will win in the end, Ling Feng or Bolan?"
"That's really hard to say. They're both peerless geniuses, the kind you might not see even once in ten million years. They're both so outstanding that it's genuinely difficult to judge."
"If you ask me, Ling Feng has the edge. After all, he reached the final floor of the Trial Tower, while Bolan didn't even clear a single floor."
"You can't compare them like that. Some people perform poorly in the Trial