After a three-hour break, the decisive match of this Seven Sects Tournament began!
"First match, Lin Mo, Teng Yi."
Su Yuanfang stood on the spectators' platform, took two steps forward, and spoke slowly.
Two figures, as swift as flowing light, suddenly leaped towards the huge arena in the valley, landing in the center, facing each other.
Lin Mo looked at his opponent, somewhat surprised. Before him was a short-haired man with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He looked rather ordinary, dressed in a shabby coarse cloth outfit, with his aura completely restrained, making it hard for anyone to gauge his trump card.
To be honest, the guy standing before him, who took the group match championship, looked so plain that no one would associate him with a Heaven's Chosen Son. Yet, the more ordinary he appeared, the more serious Lin Mo's expression grew.
To restrain one's sharpness and control True Yuan to such a calm extent was something even Lin Mo couldn't achieve.
