In this round of competition, the contestants on the No. 1 arena are No. 5 and No. 18.

The contestants on the No. 2 arena are No. 12 and No. 34.

"Huh, it's him?"

When Lu Chen's sight was fixed on contestant No. 12, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, quite surprised.

Because he found that contestant No. 12 was none other than the disciple of the Sword Sect, Xu Yang.

Although Xu Yang's strength was not as good as Liu Rushuang, he was also considered to be above average among the contestants in Group B.

"Doctor Lu, do you know that person?" Xiao Ningmeng looked over and seemed a little curious.

"A friend." Lu Chen nodded.

"How strong is that person?" Xiao Qiang asked.

"Not bad among the players in Group B." Lu Chen gave his evaluation.

"If he can catch the eye of Dr. Lu, he must be good. Then I'll bet on No. 12!"

Xiao Ningmeng was very straightforward. She took out ten spirit stones and bet on Xu Yang.

"I'll bet on him too!"

Xiao Qiang followed her sister's steps and bet ten spirit stones.

"Count me in."

Li Qingcheng smiled slightly and followed suit.

Seeing this scene, Lu Chen's eyelids jumped and he immediately declared: "I only said that No. 12 is strong, but I didn't say he will definitely win. You can't blame me if he loses."

As a disciple of the Sword Sect, Xu Yang's strength is indeed excellent among his peers, but not outstanding.

It belongs to the stage of not as good as the best, but better than the worst.

He has no confidence to guarantee that Xu Yang can win. JrNovels.com