The duel between Lin Qi and Xiahou Qingtian ended with astonishing speed. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the two had settled victory and defeat through the most primitive, brutal means. The other fifteen pairs, meanwhile, were still cautiously probing each other. Judging by their wary manner, it would take them at least an hour or two to decide a winner.
In particular, the one dueling the young female mage from the Flying Serpent Clan was a tough young man from the Grass Leopard Clan.
The moment the Flying Serpent Clan girl stepped onto the field, she wildly waved the white-bone staff in her hand. Thousands of skeletal warriors wielding weapons of every kind immediately appeared out of thin air. Ghostly qi rose into the air, baleful yin swept across the sky, and dozens of zombies crawled and rolled about on the ground, making all of Frostleaf Island feel so gloomy and sinister that it was terrifying.
Had a mage from the Divine Carp Clan been present, a few large-scale fire-element forbidden spells would have reduced those skeletal warriors to ashes. Unfortunately, her opponent was from the Leopard Clan. The Leopard Clan possessed exceptionally fierce explosive power, but endurance in prolonged battle was their weakness. Faced with the siege of those skeletal warriors, the young man actually adopted guerrilla tactics.
The enormous iceberg covered an area more than two thousand meters across. Under the attack of several thousand skeleton soldiers, the young man darted all over the place, occasionally swinging his blade to shatter a skeleton. After a full hour of this, the spectators nearby were nearly yawning themselves sick, yet the two still maintained that bizarre stalemate.
Watching made Lin Qi feel stifled. Shaking his head, he returned to his tent and sat cross-legged