The usually stoic face of Ancient You from the Eastern War Zone displayed a hint of surprise, and as she glanced at the accolades chart, a trace of doubt and peculiarity surfaced.
"Su Mu? Since when did the Southern War Zone have such a figure? To take the lead with 0 accolades might just be a precedent in the grand competition... Is it really just luck?"
Vaguely, Ancient You also regarded Su Mu as a potential opponent, but nothing more, as she believed her real formidable adversary was still Ling Jue.
After annihilating a Sea Beast, Ling Jue had a slight trace of excitement on his face, still confident that the ultimate victor would be himself.
"While I was being delayed by a Sea Beast, you, Ancient You, took the lead. Consider yourself lucky. However, the real grand competition will only begin once we enter the Ancient Battlefield!"
Yet the next moment, seeing that the person who tied with him was not Ancient You but an unfamiliar name, Ling Jue flew into a rage.
"Su Mu?"
