"Talent, resources, temperament, opportunities... To become a supreme powerhouse among the countless races of the universe, not a single one of these factors can be lacking." Chen Daolin, clad in yellow armor and holding a long spear, calmly flew toward the battlefield where violent tremors were erupting. "This trip to the Death Shura Arena counts as an opportunity for me as well. If I keep cowering, I might as well go back and wait to die."
Several figures were battling in the space ahead of Chen Daolin. Hidden weapons swarmed through the air like a cloud of bees, energy halos burst forth from collisions of immense force, and shockwaves swept outward, instantly flattening and erasing even the ice and snow. Everything showed just how fierce the battle here was.
There were roughly two hundred contestants in the entire bubble space. Though they had supposedly been assigned at random, the number of people from each army sent to the same battlefield was actually nearly identical... Clearly, the intelligent spirit controlling the competition had taken into account the possibility of contestants from the same army joining forces. Yet even if their numbers were similar, their strength might not be.
Some genius contestants could sweep through a whole group alone, unstoppable in every direction. At times like that, the other contestants either avoided them or had no choice but to join forces and fight.
With a sweep of his gaze, Chen Daolin had already grasped the situation on the battlefield.
There were more than twenty people on this battlefield, divided into three factions. Some of those factions were temporary alliances between two or even three armies. Each side had roughly seven or eight people, fighting and slaughtering one another in utter chaos.
They did not even have the attention to spare for Chen