In the stands, Qianshan Xue and Xiang Li saw that Chen Shi'an was at a disadvantage.
They felt both worried and somewhat relieved, their emotions deeply conflicted.
On the Reviewing Platform, Wu Dongchuang deliberately raised his voice. "This brat named Chen Shi'an really does have heaven-defying luck. With his Second Grade Early Stage cultivation, he actually made it all the way from the Elimination Tournament to the Top Eight Tournament.
"But his good luck has run out. The top eight is as far as he can possibly go.
"Luck is an elusive thing. You can't rely on it or seek it out. What you can truly rely on is your own strength."
Dong Fengwu immediately retorted, "With Second Grade Early Stage cultivation, he's fought someone at the Third Grade Middle Stage for this long. You call that luck?"
Wu Dongchuang scoffed. "The only reason Chen Shi'an has held out this long is that his opponent hasn't gone all out. He's merely conserving his stamina and Origin Force for the Top Four Battle.
"Once he unleashes his full strength, Chen Shi'an is certain to lose."
Dong Fengwu sneered. "A Second Grade Early Stage martial artist losing to a Third Grade Middle Stage martial artist couldn't be more normal. What's there to make such a fuss about?"
Beside them, Gao Tianfang saw their voices growing louder and louder and gave a soft cough. "Why do you two always go at each other whenever you meet? The Special Envoy is here. If you want to argue, take your time arguing later. Don't make a spectacle of yourselves in front of the Special Envoy."
Seated at the very center of the Reviewing Platform, the Yellow-Robed Man smiled faintly. "It's quite all right. That neither of you feels the need to hold back around me