On the first arena.
When Ye Chen and Qianqian finally met in the last round of the top hundred cycle battle, Qianqian first looked at the god kings' void light screen above, then she looked at Ye Chen.
"Ninety-eight rounds before, ninety-seven wins and one loss, the only loss was because you gave a match to the one you like, Jiang Yao. In that case, Ye Chen, you, like me, have never lost in any of the previous battles."
"So, how about the final match? Are you going to concede directly, or do you want to have a good fight with me?"
Qianqian asked Ye Chen with a smile.
Ye Chen looked at the little girl Qianqian in front of him, with two ponytails and carrying a snow-white treasured saber larger than herself, and laughed: "Although this final round doesn't matter much for either of us, after all, this match is only to determine the top ten, not the final ranking."
"Our positions in the top ten are already secure."
