"Xiao Qian, Junior Sister Yanran, you actually managed to make it this far and stand before me. Honestly, I'm rather surprised."
Lin Ye stood opposite Xiao Qian and Nalan Yanran with his arms folded, a faint, ambiguous smile on his face.
Though his tone carried surprise, it was steeped even more deeply in condescension.
He already considered himself the master of this competition. In his eyes, Xiao Qian and Nalan Yanran were merely two lambs awaiting slaughter.
By now, the partitions had disappeared, joining the entire Beast Arena into one vast, open space.
The three of them stood in the center of that enormous arena, the atmosphere particularly tense and oppressive.
Lin Ye no longer had a partner. Mu Zhan had eliminated his teammate in the previous round, leaving him to face Xiao Qian and Nalan Yanran alone.
Even so, nobody present-neither the spectators in the stands nor the powerful figures with a clear grasp of the situation-believed Xiao Qian and Nalan Yanran could win this round.
After all, Xiao Qian had just exhausted a tremendous amount of Dou Qi killing the Magic Wolves and was in terrible condition, while Lin Ye had rested and waited for his weary opponents. The gap between them was plain to see.
"Could you clear up a question for me?" Nalan Yanran asked, leaning weakly against Xiao Qian.
Her face was somewhat pale, and beads of sweat still clung to her forehead. The battle against the Magic Wolves had clearly drained her badly.
Yet, unexpectedly, she spoke first, staring straight at Lin Ye with a trace of inquiry in her eyes.
At her question, Lin Ye raised an eyebrow, as though he had anticipated it all along. His lips curved upward as he said smugly, "You want to know what the arrangements would have