บท 1820: Slap

Over a million pairs of eyes were all looking up at the Formation screens as the third match of the Quarter Finals was about to start.

Lu Xu and Yao Changying stood at the platform waiting for the teleportation array to start up. 

The man was not the least bit tense, showing his faith in Lin Mu. Yao Changying on the other hand looked to be emotionless. Her face was still and she simply kept her eyes closed, as if deep in thought. It didn't seem like she was concerned about the match at all.

Though her right hand was resting on the Sword on her waist, as if ready to draw it at any moment. 

It was hard to tell what was truly going through her mind, and she had become an enigma for many people. Even the people that liked her were finding it a bit strange, as her behavior had shifted in the middle of the tournament along with the way she dressed.