Night Prince self-detonated, turning into a streak of light and vanishing. Lin Zhen advanced automatically!
This result stunned everyone. Even Lin Zhen found it unbelievable.
A Martial Artist with hopes of breaking into the top ten had actually self-detonated the moment he stepped onto the stage and withdrawn directly. What was his purpose?
Although this guy's actions seemed utterly irrational, they had indeed caused Lin Zhen some trouble. After his clone was destroyed, it would take time to recover, which would affect Lin Zhen's future battles.
After stepping down from the arena, Lin Zhen closed his eyes and pondered silently.
Without a doubt, someone was preparing to target him. It was not difficult to guess who—none other than some major figure from the Endless Race.
However, Lin Zhen had not placed much hope on using his clone in battle later on anyway. After this victory, his ranking had automatically risen to eighteenth among the Ground Race, which was already an extremely high position.
During this round of challenges, Tian Zhuo defeated his opponent and defended his position. In the next round, he would challenge the Ground Race's tenth-ranked expert.
Hua Xinghe, meanwhile, was eliminated in this round. Of the first-round challengers, only Lin Zhen remained between the two races.
Logically speaking, having reached this point, Lin Zhen should have become one of the hottest candidates for the top ten.
Yet most people now did not believe Lin Zhen could truly advance into the top ten. Eighteenth place was likely his limit.
The reason was simple. Challenging the eighth-ranked contender was far too difficult!
"Old friends, it's finally almost time for us to take the stage."
On the Endless Race's side, the top ten experts seated in the front rows had gathered together. Tian Nie had even opened a bottle