Nightqueen Yanqing stood up for the seventh match. It was her turn, and her opponent was Charon.

When the audience saw Nightqueen Yanqing and Charon appear on the plains, many of them were not paying attention to the two about to fight, but were instead focused on the final two: Lu Yin and Liu Shaoqiu. Theirs would be the final match of the top sixteen.

Feng Shang looked at Lu Yin sympathetically. “Brother, your seat hasn’t even been warmed up yet.”

Lu Yin smiled. “Don’t you have any confidence in me?”

Dao Bo sighed inwardly. Against Liu Shaoqiu, aside from the unfathomable Starsibyl and Han Chong, who else could they put their confidence in? Until now, Liu Shaoqiu hadn’t even used the Second Sword of the Thirteen Swords. He had relied solely on the First Sword to reach the round of the top sixteen, and he had even defeated Kuang Wang with that sword. His power was just too terrifying.

Liu Xiaoyun stood quietly outside the plains while staring at Lu Yin atop the high peak. They all believed that this would be Lu Yin’s limit and that he would go no further. No one understood the terror of the Thirteen Swords better than Liu Xiaoyun herself. Of the academy leaders, perhaps only Starsibyl, Han Chong, and Nightqueen Yanqing could possibly force Liu Shaoqiu to use the Second Sword. Well, Dao Bo and Feng Shang also stood a chance of doing so, but it was definitely impossible for the rest. Also, the Second Sword...