"Round eleven, Wu Ming wins! One chessman is lost from the left main combatant!"
Yun You spread her arms wide, basking in the audience's cheers.
The thrill of slaughter and the satisfaction of avenging her great hatred, combined with her desire for order, had unknowingly brought her mental state to its peak.
At this moment, she feared no opponent, nor any difficult obstacles.
The heavens and the earth, it seemed, had nothing that could hinder her freedom or bind her...
Seeing her somewhat petite... yet unyielding figure, the middle-aged main combatant and his subordinates' expressions turned a bit unsightly.
Actually, he knew, Hikamu probably couldn't win.
After all, no matter what, Yun You was considered Mokaka's trump card; it was impossible for her to lose to a Tier Three Death God.
Yet he truly hadn't expected this battle to be so one-sided.
Was Hikamu really that weak? Probably not, right?
