After Ye Xuan descended the Battle Platform, he also deliberately gave Yu Yi a seemingly meaningful glance, which made Yu Yi unable to help but swallow her saliva.
The outcome of the match with Linglong signified a turning tide in the competition, Ye Xuan's victory suggested that the final contender for the first place against the Demon Dragon Young Master was no longer Linglong, but had become Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan soon faced his eighth opponent, and it was none other than Yu Yi.
"I certainly won't just admit defeat."
Yu Yi knew she was no match for Ye Xuan, but with her haughty nature, she naturally wouldn't just concede defeat; she would have to fight and see how it went, regardless.
"Then make your move."
Ye Xuan nodded indifferently.
With a light tap of her toes, Yu Yi bounded forward, her wings extending from her back, her right hand transforming into a palm that chopped down towards Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan didn't underestimate Yu Yi, and he too moved, his right palm meeting hers.