"Well done!"
"Awesome! Awesome!!"
"......"
Amid cheers, Truman returned to the preparation area.
Lin Nai crossed his arms and met his gaze, saying, "Although you lost, you played beautifully. You are the first player in this competition to force him to use his divine power."
Truman shook his head with a wry smile: "A loss is a loss. Brother, you're joking."
Lin Nai touched his nose, thinking that he still wasn't quite used to Truman's way of addressing him...
Night fell, and the girl sat obediently beside him. Lin Nai then placed his hand on her shoulder, and the girl tilted her head slightly: "Hmm?"
"You saw everything clearly just now, right?" Lin Nai asked.
"Hmm..." Ye Wan'er recalled for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
Lin Nai smiled slightly with satisfaction.
"Elder Yan, your Confucian school has indeed produced a talent that comes along only once in a century..." Tang Zhuang of the Mo family exclaimed. "Although we lost, this should be the first time in all these years of the National Freshman Tournament that a contestant has been able to fight against a disciple of Guigu for so many rounds, right?"
Old Master Yan sighed softly, "Yes, I'm quite satisfied... It's just a pity about Chu Men. If he hadn't unexpectedly encountered Mu Xun in the round of 32, with his strength, he could have at least made it into the top 8, or even the top 4! Alas..."
Military strategists prepare for war.
After watching the match, Fang Wu clenched his fists slightly on his thighs, as if the blood in his body was burning.
This year's contestants are all incredibly strong...
I have to work really hard to beat them!
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