"Tang Yan!" Wan Fei answered without a second thought.
Hearing Wan Fei's categorical tone, Cheng Gong's face showed a trace of disdain. "The gap between tiers is like a mountain. Tang Yan won last time entirely through luck and Su Wei's carelessness.
"Besides, I heard that Song City often hired assassins to kill Song Qing in order to hone him. Under such twisted conditions, Song Qing's overall combat prowess is formidable.
"Tang Yan's chances of winning are infinitely close to zero!"
Hearing Cheng Gong's analysis, Fang Xuan nodded. "Song Qing is indeed strong, probably on par with Sun Long from Qing City. Tang Yan's chances of winning really aren't great."
With Fang Xuan's endorsement, everyone became even more convinced that Tang Yan would lose.
Wan Fei smiled derisively and did not argue.
When she had been trapped in a desperate situation before, Tang Yan had saved her with only yellow tier ninth grade strength.
Ten days ago, Tang Yan had cleared the Slaughter Tower, something no one in the entire history of the Eastern Domain had ever accomplished.
Yesterday, with profound tier first grade strength, Tang Yan had crushed an expert at profound tier third grade.
Today, three major powers had placed heavy bets on him.
Did they really think Tang Yan had come this far through luck?
On the platform, Tang Yan studied the slender young man dressed in blue before him, a flicker of wariness passing through his heart.
This seemingly ordinary-looking youth radiated an incomparably sharp aura, one that could only truly take shape after considerable tempering.
"Song Qing, Song City." The blue-clad youth looked at Tang Yan mockingly and said coldly, "I advise you to step down now. I don't know how to hold back."
An aura like a long saber leaving its sheath abruptly burst