The underground space was enormous, and the arenas were divided into different sections. The outer sections hosted matches with lower point totals, so Qin Lang, having just joined, was naturally placed here.
Holding his token, Qin Lang walked straight toward a referee and quickly found the arena assigned to him.
"Maliciously gravely injuring your opponent is forbidden during battle. If you cannot win, you may surrender directly." After checking Qin Lang's token and seeing that this was his first time competing, the referee reminded him of the rules.
"Alright!" Qin Lang nodded and, at the referee's signal, flashed onto the stage.
His opponent was a white-robed cultivator holding a longsword, already waiting there.
"You're the one challenging me? You just got here, and you already dare challenge someone like me with ninety points? I really don't know whether you're stupid or idiotic. Today, I'll let you see my—"
Before he could finish, a clap of thunder rang out. Qin Lang had already appeared before the sword cultivator, his right hand wreathed in vast amounts of crimson lightning as it clutched the man's throat.
The crimson lightning spread through him. The cultivator had almost no ability to resist, and his entire body was instantly severely injured by the lightning. A scorched stench even began to spread through the air.
"The match is—"
Seeing the scene on the stage, the referee forcibly swallowed the last word.
"What a load of pointless nonsense! So how does this match count?" Qin Lang complained as he looked down at the referee below the stage.
"This..." The referee glanced at the severely injured cultivator. Although he had not announced the start, according to the rules, the match could begin as soon as both parties stepped onto the stage.
"You win!"
The cultivator had already been badly