Sun Cheng fell silent.
Their Heavenly Arena had a rule: in situations like this, the strong stayed, while the weak were eliminated.
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This was to ensure the quality of the arena and provide the audience with the best possible experience.
Even as a steward, he could not violate the rules!
His gaze settled on Xing Yu as he scrutinized him carefully.
Qi Refining—Peak Fifth Grade.
Body Refining—Late Fifth Grade.
That was an exceptionally solid combination.
He turned sideways, leaned close to Qin Yan, and quietly told him Xing Yu's details.
"How is it, Qin Yan? Are you confident?"
There was a hint of gravity in his voice.
Qin Yan nodded at his words.
His expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple.
Seeing Qin Yan's composed demeanor, Sun Cheng could not help but regain some confidence.
Though there was a gap in cultivation, Qin Yan was a Special-Class Disciple of the Mystic Sanctuary. Perhaps he really could work a miracle.
"Fine, we accept this match!"
Sun Cheng raised his head, looked at Zhou Xiong, and spoke in a deep voice.
A glint of amusement flashed through Zhou Xiong's eyes when he heard Sun Cheng's words!
"Good! Sun Cheng, just wait to lose!"
Zhou Xiong said with a smile, his voice brimming with confidence.
The moment Sun Cheng saw Zhou Xiong's expression, he sensed that something was wrong.
He knew his opponent would not say such things without reason. After competing against each other openly and covertly for so many years, he understood Zhou Xiong all too well.
This man never did anything unless he was certain of success.
If he dared to say that, he must have something to rely on!