Zhan Ning from the Zhan Clan

In the room, Tong Shan's expression was grave. As he watched the injured Nan Qian being carried off the stage, a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

"Is there really a need to continue..."

After a long moment of silence, Tong Shan sighed. "Right now, we already have three disciples who have failed, and the Zhan Clan has only lost one.

In the third round of the competition, defeat seemed to be already set in stone.

"Let's continue. We can only place our hopes of advancing on that guy."

After some consideration, Tang Conglin gave his answer. His gaze swept past the tens of thousands of spectators in the stands and landed on a slightly thin figure in the middle of the queue below.

"I hope so," Tong Shan muttered as he looked at the figure.