The round-robin finals continued.
Song Yan subsequently faced Zhao Xuan, Sun Zhengfu, and Chen Chen in succession.
Sun Zhengfu had been losing match after match. The bouts during the earlier elimination stage seemed to have left him unable to fight anyone else.
When he faced Song Yan, he conceded without hesitation as well.
Zhao Xuan and Chen Chen, on the other hand, approached it as a chance to spar. Each took the platform for a bout against him, and both lost to Song Yan without question.
"Isn't Song Yan having it a little too easy? Haven't these people got any backbone...?"
When faced with someone far better than themselves, there would always be people who developed certain feelings and voiced a few complaints.
"Apart from that match against Senior Sister Yuwen, he's hardly even used his flying sword."
"Heh, what do you know? Xiang Zhaoling, Lin Qing, Shao Sichao, even Zhao Xuan and Chen Chen-which of them isn't a formidable opponent?"
"The fact that they conceded shows precisely that Song Yan's strength made them feel there was no point fighting him head-on. Only by conserving their strength could they secure better rankings."
"But he's still having it far too easy."
Song Yan sat in the preparation seats, his expression calm. He paid no mind to the discussions around him, silently regulating his breathing and recovering his spiritual power.
Although he had won three or four matches without fighting, he knew perfectly well that the truly grueling battles were about to come.
Soon, the Deacon Elder's voice rang out again.
"Central platform, number seventeen, Song Yan, versus number twenty, Han Yuan."
Song Yan slowly opened his eyes.
Han Yuan was someone he had paid attention to.
The man had entered the Dao through martial arts and was a rarely seen "body