The Elimination Round Ends (3)

Puchi!

Accompanied by a blood-red light, a severed arm holding a sharp knife soared into the air.

"What?"

Old Eight suddenly raised his head and saw Chen Yu expressionlessly putting away his long sword above the exotic beast's corpse.

Duan Ye, who was at the side, also immediately came back to his senses. He somersaulted backward a few times in a row, putting a safe distance between him and Old Eight.

"Where's your instant-cast martial art?" Chen Yu asked Duan Ye.

"F*ck, how could I have expected him to suddenly make a move? Even instant-cast requires time."

After saying that, Duan Ye pressed his palms together and exploded with energy. He looked at Old Eight with killing intent overflowing from his eyes. "Why are you attacking me?"

Old Eight did not answer. Instead, he looked at Chen Yu with a strange expression.

Chen Yu also looked at him expressionlessly. "You're not Old Eight."

Ka ka...