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Xun Chu Yun's eyes narrowed.

Han Muye's confidence made him feel threatened as well.

"Why not have me do it?" Shi Zhennan, wearing a black robe with flowing white beard, said with a bitter smile, "Anyway, winning or losing doesn't mean much to me."

Regretfully shaking his head, he whispered, "It's just a pity that Han Muye won the first match."

If Han Muye wins the first match and the second match as well, then the Armament Alliance will have secured the victory.

If they lose this match, the wins and losses will cancel each other out, and the third match will be decisive.

Fortunately, Han Muye has already stated that he will determine the outcome in the third match.

"So be it, I'll give it a try." Before Shi Zhennan could take the stage, another voice rang out.

Master Mingtong, who was standing beside Great Venerable Muyue, moved and had already landed on the high platform.

"Fellow Daoist Xun Chu Yun, Master Mingtong seeks your guidance."