The sight of Chinese Martial Artists occupying all ten arenas was like invisible Sword Qi, each slash honed to a razor edge, piercing the defenses of every foreign faction.
The leaders of the Western Holy See, Northern European War Division, Northern Ice Bear, and other factions gathered together. Their faces were dark as storm clouds as they stared at the ten Chinese figures in the center of the square, their eyes brimming with anxiety and malice.
"No! We can't let the Chinese Martial Artists hold those arenas!"
"If China takes every place among the Top Ten Supremes, then even if the Divine Domain takes China, there'll be no place left for us in Blue Star's Martial Dao!"
"Those ordinary Martial Emperors are no match for them. No more holding back! Send in every top fighter we've saved for the final push. Whatever it costs, drive the Chinese off those arenas!"
In their panic, the factions cast off every pretense. They stopped conserving their strength and ordered their hidden top Martial Emperors—the ones they had intended to save for a final push into the Top Ten Supremes—onto the field.
These were the strongest fighters each faction had kept in reserve. Even the weakest stood above the seventieth step of the Martial Dao Ladder, while some approached the eightieth. Far stronger than those who had fought before, every one of them was a figure whose might shook an entire region.
Within moments, dozens of formidable figures soared into the air. They did not even bother pretending anymore. Before more than ten thousand Martial Artists, they launched a war of attrition against the ten Chinese arena holders.
"Chinese, curb your arrogance! I'll fight you!"
"Damn Chinese, get off that arena..."
Roars rang out one after another. The factions' top Martial Emperors held nothing