The quarterfinals came to a close, and Ash, Brendan, Gary, and an irrelevant piece of cannon fodder all advanced to the semifinals together.
The reason he was irrelevant cannon fodder was purely that Young Master Mao had no recollection of this contestant.
He had sailed through, perfectly avoiding every tough opponent on his way straight to the semifinals. Young Master Mao reckoned this kid had put all his stat points into luck.
The semifinals followed right after the quarterfinals. Since there were only two matches, both were scheduled for the afternoon.
Young Master Mao even got to sleep in for once~
Actually, it was because he really could not sleep that night... He did not know whether Lorelei had taken up Pilates or something after retiring, but her figure had grown even more stunning...
Young Master Mao had taken three cold showers in one night.
Lorelei had even teased him, "If you can't handle it, why don't you sleep on the couch..."
Gary had stiffened his neck. "If I back down now, I'm not a man!"
So... he suffered and enjoyed it...
After breakfast, Young Master Mao leaned against Lorelei on the couch under a thin towel blanket, enjoying the air conditioning as he leisurely scrolled through his phone.
Young Master Mao already had a completely clear picture of his upcoming opponents.
Blitz his fellow townsman in the semifinals, then thrash his disciple in the finals. Life really was hard...
"Ah~ Those two kids have such bad luck~"
Or perhaps their luck was too good, since they had actually held out long enough to face Young Master Mao...
The Ever Grande Conference's tournament forum was already in an uproar over the upcoming matches.
All sorts of posts were making a huge stir.
Young Master Mao might have had plenty of