It was much easier for disciples of prestigious sects than for Rogue Cultivators to qualify for the Cultivation Convention, though that was only by comparison.
First, they had to win a hundred matches. Second, the Arena Masters already holding the arenas had to lose ten matches in a row, or lose a hundred matches in total, before they would forfeit their titles. Only then would disciples of prestigious sects have a chance to take the stage.
The ten thousand Arena Masters had all been chosen after a rigorous selection, and nearly every one of them had a unique skill. It was hardly realistic for any of them to lose ten matches in a row or a hundred matches total on the very first day. So when everyone heard that Tian Xin had already secured an arena of her own, they were astonished and looked at her questioningly.
"Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible. But what if an Arena Master were killed in battle?" Tian Xin said softly.
At that, everyone's eyes lit up, and then they all looked enlightened. Once an Arena Master died, the arena was naturally vacant. A challenger might die, but the Arena Master was even more likely to meet that fate. After all, some disciples from prestigious sects would deliberately seek out weaker Arena Masters to kill in order to claim a spot.
"During my match, I saw the Arena Master on the neighboring platform die a gruesome death." Zi Tiandu's expression grew more solemn. He finally shook his head. "And this sort of thing is common. Many members of the Alien Races slaughter one another the moment they meet. Hundreds of Arena Masters may have died on the platforms today alone. Tomorrow, there'll probably be even more."
"Alas, I'm afraid no one can stop