As Gao Xin contemplated, Themis had devastatingly vanquished Han Feng.
Han Feng was very strong, having made it to the quarterfinals on his own merit.
Although he was only ranked fifteenth in the betting odds, most of those with higher odds had already been eliminated.
He was the strongest opponent Themis had faced so far, yet he still couldn't withstand a single move.
"Wow, were the quarterfinals all instant kills?"
"I've never seen such fast-paced quarterfinal matchups."
"Tai Sui and Dragon King haven't fought yet. Given Tai Sui's personality, it's probably going to be a long fight."
"That's true, but Tai Sui has already proven he can achieve instant kills. That blow to the Quasi-Elephant King was terrifying."
"Don't underestimate Dragon King, though. He's a disciple of Milan with a legendary level of combat consciousness."
"So what? Tai Sui, Yak, Wei Miao, Themis—they're all staggeringly powerful."
"Right, I'm so looking forward to these four clashing."
