"I hope my opponent isn't you."
The next day, when the top 16 competition began, Mu Qianshan started praying.
He had fought against Nezha before and indeed, he was no match for Nezha.
If he were to face Nezha, he would be eliminated from the top 16.
That would be a huge loss.
"Don't worry, open your eyes, I'm not your opponent."
Jiang Yuan looked at Mu Qianshan, who was sulking like a quail next to him, and chuckled.
But soon enough, the grouping information was released.
Jiang Yuan was in the second batch of contestants to go on stage, while Mu Qianshan was in the seventh round.
The first round of combat began promptly.
A youth wielding dual swords defeated his opponent cleanly and successfully advanced to the next round.
"This guy is pretty strong."
Mu Qianshan touched his chin and looked with interest at the stern young man with dual swords.
As a swordsman himself, he could naturally tell the strength that the dual-sword youth had just exhibited.
