On No. 7 Arena, Beichen Xing's Dynasty Projection was struck again and again by Lie Feng's fist intent, and cracks had already appeared across it.
"Feng Wuji is amazing! He's suppressing his opponent!" a disciple exclaimed.
"Beichen Xing's situation is looking bad. His Dynasty Projection is about to be smashed apart by Lie Feng!" Another disciple looked toward No. 7 Arena and shook his head.
"The arenas where Huang Jiuli and Su Qingwan are fighting are exceptionally intense as well. The outcome is impossible to predict."
The disciples below could barely take it all in.
Seven battles, each one a clash between peak prodigies.
Such a spectacle was something they normally never got to see.
On No. 4 Arena.
Xiao Han and Qin Yan collided strike after strike.
With every clash, Qin Yan's blood and qi churned throughout his body from the impact.
The Ice Prison Spear collided with the Mo Yuan Spirit Weapon, producing crisp metallic clangs.
Clang—clang—clang—
Every time Qin Yan was knocked back, he left deep footprints in the arena floor.
The web between his thumb and forefinger had already split open several times.
If his Body Refining had not reached Peak Sixth Grade and his Undying Blood Demon Body had not reached Minor Success, he would likely have been seriously injured by now.
But even so, his condition was steadily declining.
After another exchange, Qin Yan was sent flying.
His body flew backward through the air for dozens of zhang before crashing heavily to the ground.
He staggered back more than ten steps before finally steadying himself.
"Haa..."
Qin Yan let out a long breath, his expression grave.
Xiao Han's strength was far greater than he had expected.
"I can't keep taking hits so passively."
Passive defense would only let Xiao Han wear him down