In the spectator stands, everyone exchanged glances.
"This Han Yuan... he certainly is broad-minded."
"Most of his fights go like this. Victory and defeat are clear-cut, without any dragging things out."
"If he were in peak condition, even if he couldn't beat Song Yan, he could probably make him suffer a little."
Song Yan watched Han Yuan leave, feeling a surge of emotion.
In the cultivation world, people as openhearted and broad-minded as Han Yuan were actually rare.
Yet what he had said was entirely right. The strong received respect, while the weak could only fear them. This was an iron law of the cultivation world.
To earn the respect and fear of others, one had to become strong.
And both he and Song Yan were advancing, step by step, toward the ranks of the "strong."
Soon, another two rounds of decisive matches ended.
Under the attention of countless eyes, the matchups for the final round were finally announced.
"Central platform, number nine, Li Yi, versus number seventeen, Song Yan."
"..."
The officiating elder had only announced the first match before the surrounding spectators erupted in a towering wave of noise.
"Finally! Li Yi against Song Yan!"
"This fight will probably be the pinnacle of the final day!"
In the current standings, neither Song Yan nor Li Yi had suffered a defeat, with nine victories each.
Both had eighteen points, sharing first place.
Even Yuwen Yao, who had been regulating his breathing with his eyes closed, abruptly opened them. He lifted his wine flask and took a deep swig. "At last!"
In the waiting area, Xiang Zhaoling swung her legs and asked Sun Zhengfu beside her with a grin, "Senior Brother Sun, who do you think will win?"
Sun Zhengfu still looked somewhat weak, but he forced himself to rally.