Amid wave after wave of cheers, the arena seemed like a dazzling altar, set in an ocean of brilliant light.
A tall young man in an ink-black robe walked slowly onto the arena. Bone-piercing cold radiated from him as he made his way to the host's side.
"Brr..."
The host hugged his arms and edged farther from Chen Yan, rapidly explaining the rules of the match.
"Next... next..."
The host couldn't take it anymore. He was only a Five Viscera Realm martial artist, not a Hardening Martial Artist.
"Begin!"
A high, resonant hum suddenly rang across the arena. Chen Yu didn't say a word; she simply pointed a finger.
Golden light burst forth, and a Golden Formation Disk thirty centimeters in diameter suddenly appeared. Its runes were inscrutable, like a Golden Crow spitting flames.
In an instant, a fire serpent sprang from the disk and shot toward Chen Yan.
Without pausing for even a second, Chen Yu meant to defeat Chen Yan in a single blow.
In the Spectator Area, some spectators even cried out in surprise. They had expected the two to probe each other first, but Wenxin had gone straight for a powerful move.
That same move had just helped Wenxin achieve nine consecutive victories.
Chen Yan's gaze sharpened. Cold light shimmered all over him as he poured Qi and Blood into his legs. The next moment, he soared into the air like a startled dragon.
Yet his eyes remained fixed on the formation fire serpent through a mask that allowed him to see out, but not others to see in.
Profound. Complex. Impossible to understand!
He had been wondering for some time why formations could create such wondrous things.
It looked like a fire serpent, but it wasn't one at all. It was Psionic Power, roaring and