1693 The Fight

No one was shocked by Ye Qingtang's words.

Baili Xuanyun was the last of the top ten from the previous year. Ye Qingtang had no choice but to challenge one of the top ten, so it was natural that she would choose the lowest-ranking of them all.

When he heard Ye Qingtang's words, Baili Xuanyun only smirked.

"Little lass, don't be too hasty. Baili Xuanyun is already an advanced Fourth Heaven level. Even Brother Yun is not his match." Jiang Yiran hurried up to try and stop her.

Jiang Yanyun struggled to sit up and said seriously, "Ye Qingtang, you are not a match for Baili Xuanyun. Don't force yourself."

"Since I have come to the Martial Arts Championship, I have to finish it. Otherwise, wouldn't it be such a waste?" Ye Qingtang looked at the two with a serious expression.

Just as Jiang Yiran was going to say something more, the organizer had already reached the end of his patience. "Ye Qingtang, if you are sure, please proceed to the arena."