Inside the pure-white preparation room constructed from anti-detection materials.
Bi Dongshan sat in a chair, grinding several Chinese medicinal herbs into powder with a mortar and swallowing them with warm water.
"Cough, cough... Hao Long, Boss Ling Tian actually came too."
Hao Long was startled. In truth, Hao Long had never thought he had defeated Ling Tian.
The reason he had won the last Ten Elites Tournament came down to two important factors. First, Yi Kun had drained a great deal of Ling Tian's stamina.
Second, Hao Long had fought as if his life depended on it, nearly wringing his body dry to win the match.
"Boss came too... Why isn't he participating?"
"If things go badly for us, Boss should take the field. However, the Masked Dean brought eight of the 'Thirteen.' If everything goes as smoothly as it did in the second match, Boss naturally won't need to show himself... These aliens aren't as powerful as we imagined. Yu Jing seems to have noticed some clues, and I've more or less figured out a few things too."
Bi Dongshan continued, "In the upcoming match, I'll only be responsible for auxiliary treatment. I won't fight... Hao Long, you'll need to take on both opponents alone and crush them... If you can win with an overwhelming advantage, that envoy won't be able to sit still. Of course, if things become urgent and your abilities are countered by the opponent, I'll step in too... Cough, cough."
Speaking too much made Bi Dongshan cough incessantly.
"Understood... Even if you hadn't said anything, I would have shown these aliens who don't know their place the true gap in strength."
Hao Long began a few simple warm-up exercises and took two special items from his Ability Institute Card.
A pair of exceptionally black fingerless