The Tenth Round Showdown!

The people of Qin Kingdom had originally fallen into despair. Many spectators had begun leaving while cursing, but after the last Black Robed Man killed the crazed Xiao Se, they returned.

Lin Zhen's victory over Xiao Se had been somewhat narrow, but this Black Robed Man had killed Xiao Se with ease. That meant Lin Zhen was no match for him either.

The people of Qin Kingdom rekindled their hopes, eagerly anticipating Lin Zhen's elimination in the final round.

The thought alone felt wonderful. Lin Zhen had fought his way through to this point, only to be eliminated at the very end. That would finally vent the resentment in the hearts of the Qin people.

The crowd waves that had been silent for so long rose again, and banner after banner began to wave.

Meanwhile, the hearts of Lin Zhen's supporters, who had been relaxed moments ago, tightened once more.

The tenth round had begun, and the Martial Artists prepared to take the stage one after another.

There were no preliminary matches this round. With only a little over two thousand Martial Artists left, everyone could compete onstage at the same time.

"Lin Zhen, this is the final match, the most crucial one. As long as you defeat this Black Robed Man, you'll be guaranteed entry into the Fallen Star Lake Holy Land's Wilderness Class."

"That's right, Big Brother Lin. Even entering the Wilderness Class would be fine. You'll still have chances to advance into Flood Class and Universe Class in the future. As long as you enter the Holy Land, it's a victory."

"Lin Zhen, don't force yourself. If you feel you can't do it, crush your talisman immediately. Don't hesitate just because all of us bet on you entering the Holy Land. Money can be earned again,