The next day, when the first rays of dawn spilled into Qingyun Courtyard, Su Han had already awakened from meditation.
After a night of recuperation, he had recovered seventy to eighty percent of his depleted star power, and the superficial wounds on his body had scabbed over. He rose and stretched his limbs, feeling the surging strength within him as a sharp gleam flashed through his eyes.
Today was the first day of the Hundred Sects Tournament's official arena matches.
According to the tournament rules, the Hundred Sects Tournament was divided into three stages: preliminary arena matches, a secret realm trial, and final rankings. The preliminary arena matches would last seven days and use a king-of-the-hill system. The final ten people to successfully hold each arena would advance to the next round.
Qingyun City had set up ten arenas, each corresponding to a different cultivation realm. Su Han had registered for the "Star Palace Realm Arena"—although his true cultivation was still at the peak of the Star Sea Realm, his combat strength was already no weaker than that of an ordinary Early Star Palace Realm cultivator.
"Junior brother Su, are you ready?"
Liu Ruyan's voice came from outside. Su Han pushed open the door and saw that she had changed into a fitted combat outfit, with a Ceremonial Sword at her waist. She looked valiant and imposing.
"I kept you waiting, Senior Sister." Su Han cupped his hands.
Liu Ruyan sized him up for a moment and nodded slightly. "You've recovered well. Elder Ziyang already knows about what happened last night. He has lodged a protest with the Corrosive Heart Sword Sect, but they flatly denied it, claiming those people acted on their own and had nothing to do with the sect."
Su Han sneered. "As expected."
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