The arena tournament had its rules. The order of appearance was decided by drawing lots.
The teams took turns. Whichever team drew the lot had to send someone into the arena.
Each team could decide for itself who would compete afterward.
The first to take the arena was a member of the First Team. Hong Ming didn't know him, but he wasn't particularly strong and lost to Shen Lin.
Shen Lin knew who his opponent was. Without even looking at the Second Team, he went straight to taunt the First Team.
The First Team seemed to realize that the other two teams had joined forces against them, so they decisively sent in their second fighter.
This time, Shen Lin lost. The Second Team took its turn challenging the First Team, and things continued much the same way after that, with one side finishing and the next stepping in.
The Second and Third Teams took the opportunity to wear down the First Team's fighters one after another, giving them no chance to catch their breath.
As the bouts went on, the advantage of having more people became glaringly clear.
At present, the Third Team had two fighters left, the Second Team had three, and the First Team had four. Including the person in the arena, that made five in total.
"Li Mo, if Hong Ming takes the arena, you'll be the only one left. Even if you wear Zheng Song down by then, you might still fail to secure a spot, and the Second Team could end up reaping the benefits."
Yu Bin noticed Wang Jiu's gaze and spoke quietly to Li Mo.
Li Mo understood the reasoning, of course. He already had a plan, and declined Wang Jiu with a shake of his head.
"Brother Wang, the Third Team doesn't