Meanwhile, a dozen meters away from Qiao Sang, Tian Xiaoyun had a gloomy expression:
"It's over, why am I so unlucky to encounter Qiao the Demon King in the top 34."
Next to her, a woman dressed in a black coat with a mature demeanor frowned and said:
"The match hasn't even begun, and you have already lost much of your fighting spirit. When will you change this weakness of yours? You have strong abilities, yet you lack confidence in every match."
Tian Xiaoyun paused, her eyes bright as she stared at the woman: "Teacher Cui, do you have confidence in this match of mine?"
The woman was silent for a moment before looking away: "Of course, Xiaoyun, you must believe that you are no worse than anyone else."
Then why aren't you looking at me while saying that… Tian Xiaoyun's mouth twitched.
...
As time ticked by, it was finally Qiao Sang's turn in the afternoon.
The host appeared in mid-air, standing on a white flying pet beast, and declared loudly: