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However, the Silver Edged Swords were not so lucky—the flames were devouring their clothes, quickly scorching their skin. Soon, the nauseating scent of charred flesh filled the arena.
While the masked mercenary group was extinguishing the random flames Yan Xiaobao had tossed at them, none of them turned toward him or his friends. They were entirely focused on another team, which made Yan Xiaobao feel that something was off.
Zhou Long had worked with this group before—was he the one who set up alliances in the previous match? But if that were the case, how could they turn on them like this?
Perhaps Xu Biao had something to do with it? Yan Xiaobao quickly dismissed the thought, recalling how he had been told to prepare for people dying in the final fight.
Yan Xiaobao's eyes flashed with a sharp determination. In any case, he hadn't heard of any fixed results, nor did he want to see his friends killed.
