Chen Yuefeng's expression was complicated—a mix of excitement, nervousness, and a trace of undeniable… sheer luck.
He had indeed reached the finals, but luck had played a huge part in his journey.
The top geniuses from the Three Greats academies had almost all been eliminated by Xu Wuyi single-handedly.
But now, standing before Xu Wuyi—the recognized strongest competitor of the tournament—Chen Yuefeng felt little will to fight. Instead, he felt a sense of relief, 'It's enough to have made it this far,' and a calm acceptance of the absolute gap in their strength.
"North Peak Martial Arts University, Chen Yuefeng." He cupped his fist in a salute, his posture deferential.
"Star Martial University, Xu Wuyi." Xu Wuyi returned the salute.
"I know I can't win." Chen Yuefeng was direct, offering a wry smile. "I'm already satisfied just making it to the finals. But since I'm standing on this stage, I still want to see for myself the true level of a top-tier genius."
