Mu Bingge looked at the big screen. The names had been ranked by points, and the top ten were already set in stone. But the ten had very similar scores, especially the six of them, whose points were practically identical.
No sign announcing the end of the individual competition appeared on the screen. In other words, they still had to fight-and most likely... among themselves.
She looked at Wan Lan. "Get ready. The fight you've been hoping for might be about to start."
The others looked up, feeling both anticipation and a sense of difficulty.
Ye Buyu tugged miserably at the corners of her mouth, producing a smile uglier than a grimace.
"Can I sit this one out?"
She knew all too well how terrifying her teammates were, yet she still had to steel herself and face them. Wasn't that like an old man hanging himself-just asking to die?
The spectators in the stands and those watching elsewhere, however, were already looking forward to it.
"It's the final showdown. They should be facing each other now, right? I'm betting on Su Wuwei. He's only made a single slash so far. He must be hiding the most."
"I'm betting on Ye Buyu. I really want to see what it'd look like if her teammates dropped to their knees. Talk about anticipation!"
"Wan Lan. I think she's the coolest!"
"I'm rooting for Lou Guanshan. I like his kind of violent artistry, and with his personality, there's no way he'd go easy on anyone."
"Since you're all supporting the others, I'll take Mu Bingge."
"Playing the 'grab her before she's gone' game, are you? Fine, I'll support the guy behind my reaction memes. Kou Ying, you can do it!"
The host's ringing voice stirred the excitement in the arena.
"Let's enter the final