The Third Defeat, Bei Mingzi Personally Enters the Fray

"Hahaha, the Hundred Schools are nothing special after all."

"They bragged about how formidable they were every day, but now that they were on the arena fighting for real, this was all they amounted to."

"Two of them had lost to Brother Zhao Ming in a row. Let's see what the Hundred Schools had left to say this time."

Below the arena, a group of Martial World Rogue Cultivators shouted loudly, hurling relentless mockery at the Hundred Schools.

On the arena, the school disciple who had just lost to Zhao Ming heard those taunts and immediately fell into deep self-doubt.

"How... how could this happen?"

"The elders and sect masters of the schools had clearly guided every move I made just now. Why was I still no match for this rogue cultivator peasant?"

"Was I too weak to bring out the true power of the martial arts the seniors had taught me... or were the seniors' instructions not actually that accurate?"

The school disciple's expression was exceptionally complicated. For the first time in his life, he doubted the authority of the Hundred Schools.

Below the arena, the upper echelons of the Hundred Schools all changed expression.

This outcome had somewhat exceeded their expectations.

No one had expected that even after gathering the strengths of the Hundred Schools to contend against Su Chen alone, they would still fail to win.

Su Chen was an expert of the Martial Dao Celestial Realm, with immensely powerful combat strength, arguably the greatest of the age.

If they fought him for real, they indeed had no confidence in defeating Su Chen.

However, if they competed in martial insight, then relying on the Hundred Schools' accumulations over thousands of years and their profound study of all kinds of martial arts, surpassing Su Chen should not have