"…"
Be careful of Qi Xia? Belittle her opponent? Shen Yanxiao looked into the distance and thought about the matter. Even though she did not know Qi Xia's level of progress, she knew that she could swipe his staff in an instant if she wanted to do that.
He might not need to chant to cast a spell, but Shen Yanxiao wondered if he could still cast an attack without the staff.
Qi Xia was on his way back to the spectators' area when he felt a chill down his back. He frowned.
The match between Qi Xia and his opponent had an abrupt start and end.
The audiences had yet to have their fill of the match, and some even felt that it was a fraud, but they could only shift their attention to the other matches.
Except for Qi Xia's match and a few dozen others, the rest of the matches were still running.
After half an hour, they had confirmation for all the winners of the matches.
