On the martial arts platform.
Xiao Zhan saw Zhao Long step up, opened his calm eyes without a hint of surprise, "You finally couldn't help yourself."
He had already guessed it was Zhao Long.
After all, he was the only one left with the strength to stand until the end.
Those SS-ranked students all bore injuries and were no longer his match.
"Xiao Zhan, no need for idle talk, the first place can only be mine!"
Zhao Long flicked his Snow Lotus Sword, dispersing the cold air and directly launched an attack at Xiao Zhan.
He knew very well, the longer the time, the more Xiao Zhan would recover his strength.
A brilliant light flashed in Xiao Zhan's eyes, and he did not retreat, "Hmph, if you have the capability, I wouldn't mind conceding!"
With those words, he raised the Demon Scythe in his hand and charged towards Zhao Long.
