Secret Guidance, Victory for the Rogue Cultivator

On the arena stage, a School of Agriculture disciple and the rogue cultivator Zhao Ming fought fiercely.

The School of Agriculture disciple came from a major sect and had learned only superior martial arts.

Although the rogue cultivator Zhao Ming had not learned much in the way of profound martial arts, he had struggled through the martial world all his life. His days of living by the blade had given him richer practical experience in fights to the death.

Each had his own strengths, and for a time neither could defeat the other. They fell into a grueling battle.

Below the arena, members of the Hundred Schools stared intently at the two combatants, their eyes filled with urgency.

This was the first battle. Its outcome would affect morale for the matches to come.

Therefore, this battle could only be won, not lost.

"The School of Agriculture disciple has a solid foundation, and his moves are steady and orthodox. If the fight drags on, he will definitely hold the advantage."

"That mud-legged fellow's moves may look fierce, but he lacks staying power. He can only win through unconventional tricks."

"In my view, if the School of Agriculture disciple can hold out without losing for three hundred moves, he will definitely win this first battle."

Among the Hundred Schools were sharp-eyed individuals who had already seen through the course of this battle.

On the arena stage, both men had staked everything and fought with all their might.

Within fifty moves, the School of Agriculture disciple was somewhat flustered.

By the hundredth move, he had regained his footing.

By the two hundredth move, he had begun to gain the upper hand.

By the three hundredth move, the School of Agriculture disciple had completely locked in victory.

Meanwhile, the rogue cultivator Zhao Ming was