Recommendation Tickets
Above the arena, the dust had yet to settle, and the killing chill hung upside down like an iron curtain.
Just as predicted, where the cold light broke through, eight more figures suddenly appeared!
Numbers 7 through 14 still wore those signature village-girl buns and fixed, indifferent faces. Only in their eye sockets did eerie blue crystal light flow, as if two pieces of glaze dredged from the depths of a cold pool had been set there, reflecting an inorganic chill.
Wang Wei's hand, which was holding the wine pot, stopped in midair. A trace of surprise flashed through his murky eyes, and his throat worked. "They really came..."
"These iron lumps, in terms of combat power alone, are only around level 25 to 28 Soul Grand Masters. But with the mind-set of dead things that fear no death, paired with mechanisms full of devious calculations, once they start using Life-Risking Arts, even an ordinary Soul Elder may well come to grief..."
His gaze swept over the two youths in the arena who had already been forced to the edge of the platform. "Your boys may have the talent to fight above their level and outstanding sword hearts, but against this kind of formation, I'm afraid... it's looking bad!"
The situation in the arena changed in the blink of an eye.
Judging by their forms, the first two rounds had been divided into four categories:
Close-range agility type: Numbers 1 and 2 roamed at close quarters, concealing spring-loaded west-needle crossbows inside;
Close-combat Powerful Type: Numbers 3 and 4 had both arms covered in steel scales, their claw tips glinting with a dark gold chill, specializing in locking joints and seizing vital points;
Ground-crawling hooked-claw type: Number 5 darted close to the ground, its hooked claws like scorpion