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On the second day of the knockout rounds, Central Arena.
On the huge light screen, the leaderboard still bore the two shining names: Thunder God, Bail Huo!
As Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei each stepped onto their respective arenas, the audience erupted in a wave of applause and cheers.
However, this time, the situation was different.
Fang Qingyu's opponent.
Was already standing on the arena.
The person was shrouded in a large black robe, face covered by a blank white mask. His aura was cold and foreboding, like a ghost that had crawled out of a grave.
He stood there quietly, showing no reaction to the audience's passionate chants of "Thunder God".
Unlike previous opponents, he didn't concede outright.
Fang Qingyu's melted-gold vertical pupils narrowed slightly under his mask.
Interesting.
In an inconspicuous corner of the audience.
A woman dressed in an elegant gown, with a gentle and graceful demeanor, sat quietly.
