The Psychic Battle elimination rounds proceeded exceptionally smoothly.
That was only natural. After witnessing Fang Zheng display his power, quite a few shamans had voluntarily withdrawn. They could not even figure out what method Fang Zheng had used, let alone fight him. The contestants who had faced him were equally unable to explain his fighting style. Their experience was no different from everyone else's: they blinked, and then they were sent flying.
Faced with an opponent they had no way of dealing with, most shamans chose to forfeit. Only a few stubborn ones still chose to fight, and their reasons for staying were simple.
Today's match would be between Fang Zheng's Undead Legion and one of the favorites to win the Psychic Battle, the Star Team led by Ye Wang!
This battle would determine who was the true Shaman King!!
Well, in truth, it was only the quarterfinals.
But to the other teams, it was no different from the finals. Of course, if they had their way, the best outcome would be for both sides to cripple each other. After all, although Fang Zheng was powerful, the Pachi tribe had declared that due to his team's unusual composition, if Fang Zheng lost, his entire team would be judged defeated.
Thus, in everyone else's eyes, the ideal outcome was for Ye Wang to defeat Fang Zheng while suffering grave injuries himself, leaving both sides badly damaged. That way, the others would at least still have a chance to compete.
The odds were slim, but without dreams, what was the difference between a person and a salted fish?
That was precisely why the stands were already packed before the match began. Everyone stared intently at the arena, waiting for the fight to start—they all understood that this match was, in effect, the