Fan Lang continued upward, advancing with unstoppable momentum.
He soon encountered two more opponents, both weaker than the Wilderness Swordsman and utterly incapable of withstanding even a single exchange with Fan Lang. One of them wisely surrendered the moment they met.
By this point in the third round, very few contestants remained, and they were already nearing the tops of the towers.
The powerful clashes everyone had been anticipating had yet to occur. Fan Lang and Gongsun Wushuang had not met ahead of time.
It was not that Fan Lang had deliberately avoided Gongsun Wushuang, such a formidable opponent. Their paths simply had not crossed.
Further up, Fan Lang encountered a rather unusual enemy.
This was a Heavenly God from the Heavenly Dao Plane, or rather, a Martial God born from the Heavenly Dao. At first glance, he looked no different from an ordinary Martial God, but he clearly carried the aura of the Heavenly Dao rather than that of humanity.
The Heavenly God had deliberately concealed his identity, bearing no distinguishing features whatsoever. Even his facial features had been altered into a flat, strange-looking face.
Fan Lang could not be bothered to waste words on such a bizarre fellow. That strange face alone looked begging for a beating. Without another word, he attacked.
The Strange-faced Heavenly God likewise said nothing and detonated himself!
This caught Fan Lang off guard. At such close range, he had no time to evade.
Who would have thought that not only did the Strange-faced Heavenly God look bizarre, but his methods were equally abnormal? Knowing full well that he was no match for Fan Lang, he had entered the fight prepared to die.
This was a Martial Arts Tournament for Marriage, not a battlefield. Such resolve was unnecessary.
A thought flashed through Fan Lang's