Half an hour later, five exquisitely luxurious arenas appeared in the plaza. The top ten were paired off and transported to their respective arenas.
The tall, rugged Wild Savage, Rong Jun, gripped a massive War Blade. His large, copper-bell eyes warily fixed on Luo Zhiyuan across from him, and his ten toes dug firmly into the ground, ready to act the instant the match began.
Though he was extremely confident in himself, he truly had no confidence at all when facing Ten Phantoms Zhiyuan.
In the previous two matches, that terrifying man had annihilated his opponents' souls in an instant. Rong Jun knew a Soul Defense technique, but he really couldn't say whether it would be enough.
Seeing Rong Jun looking so tense, Luo Zhiyuan felt a little helpless. It seemed his performance in the trial towers and in the first two arena matches had left these geniuses with quite a deep psychological shadow.
He secretly chuckled and decided to try a different approach with Rong Jun.
Long ago, Luo Zhiyuan had strongly disliked close-quarters combat. He thought it wasn't stylish enough and made him look foolish.
But after fusing with the souls of quite a few Martial Artists, he no longer felt that way.
Later, after acquiring a Shadow Race Clone, he'd spent a while painstakingly studying close-combat techniques. Through his repeated battles with Ai Chen, the Martial Artist's soul within him had gradually awakened.
Now, facing Rong Jun, who could create his own Combat Secret Techniques, he felt eager to test himself.
As soon as the match was announced, Rong Jun swung his giant War Blade behind him and took a long step, flashing to Luo Zhiyuan's side.
Luo Zhiyuan calmly watched Rong Jun appear right in front of him, without unleashing any Soul Secret Technique.
Rong Jun