The first day's matches passed without incident. The strong advanced smoothly almost without exception. Lin Xuan's luck was good; the opponent he met came from some small tribe and had only recently stepped into the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Against a rookie like that, it was naturally easy to the extreme. Lin Xuan sent out the newly bought superior-grade spiritual artifact, the Crescent Blade, hacking sideways and chopping down, and without expending much effort, he knocked the other party off the stage.
Then he returned to the Post House to rest.
The second day was the same. Although his opponent's cultivation was at the peak of the early stage, he was still a shade inferior compared with Luo Yi, let alone Lin Xuan, who was an impostor to begin with.
The two exchanged a few rounds back and forth. Lin Xuan sold him an opening, then easily dealt with him. It was even easier than he had imagined. As long as he won one more match, according to the rules, his tribe would be allotted spirit medicine refined from four Sacred Fruits.
Lin Xuan had no mindset of taking the championship. That would draw too much attention, though to him, it would not be anything difficult either.
The Witchcraft Assembly entered the third day of matches.
After the screening of the first two rounds, those with slightly weaker strength had been eliminated one after another. As for those who remained, while one could not say they were all experts, there were definitely no soft persimmons among them.
Early in the morning, the drawing ceremony was held. The three stages began at the same time. Lin Xuan looked at his own opponent, and a trace of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth. Enemies truly met on a narrow road—this matter...