On the Low-God Arena, the reigning champion was a Wind Element Low-God.
He specialized in the Profound Mystery of Clone. Once battle began, the hundred-meter-wide arena would be packed with his figures.
In nearly every battle, he could end things in an instant.
By now, that Wind Element Low-God had won thirty consecutive matches.
And judging by his condition, he still had plenty of strength left. A hundred straight wins might be difficult to guarantee, but fifty should not be a problem.
But that was before Linley took the stage.
On the arena, the Wind Element Low-God used the brief interval to adjust his condition. Then Linley leaped onto the stage and drew the Violetblood Sword from his Space Ring.
Across from him, the Wind Element Low-God looked at Linley with a solemn expression.
He had participated in Qinghuo City's arena contests three times already. This was his fourth time.
Unfortunately, his luck had been terrible.
The first time, he had been eliminated after lasting only ten matches. The second and third times, he had not even made it past twenty.
This time was his most promising chance.
As long as he achieved a hundred consecutive victories, he could receive Lord Qinghuo's guidance.
Although Lord Qinghuo was an expert in the Fire Element Laws, the various Laws still had some points in common.
The guidance of an expert was simply too precious in a place like the Plane Prison, where elemental Laws were so sparse.
So I have to win!
The Wind Element Low-God encouraged himself inwardly, but in the next instant, he froze in place.
Linley had somehow appeared before him. Empowered by divine power, the Violetblood Sword had straightened, its tip pressed against his throat.
So fast!
"You lost!"
Linley withdrew the Violetblood Sword. The Wind Element Low-God