"Brother Sun, I've looked into it, and maybe you should just forfeit?" The final match of the top eight hadn't even started yet, and Huang Donglai had begun persuading Sun Yixie to withdraw again.
"Huh?" Sun Yixie smirked and gave Huang Donglai a glare, "Dammit, you Huang jerk, are you trying to boost someone else's morale before the match again?"
"Ah, brother, it's all for your own good," Huang Donglai said earnestly, "Just look... Chunkong Little Master and Lin Yuancheng have already met in the semi-finals of the left bracket, and over here on the right, Miss Song has claimed a spot in the top four. The other spot will be taken by the winner between you and Liuu Yikong. Tell me, out of these four people, who can you beat?"
On hearing this, Sun Yixie's expression changed slightly. In his heart, he knew he couldn't beat any of them, but he still put on a tough front and feigned calm, "Hmph... I can only say—I'm willing to fight."