Scaring Oneself?

Ouyang Xiongfeng's move was something everyone knew all too well.

"The battle continues! The fourth challenger, number 8,825, Zhang Wuqi!"

At once, a beam of white light shot up from the contestants' seats as a token was activated.

At the same time, a figure appeared on the fighting stage, facing Ouyang Xiongfeng and Wang Tian from afar.

It was none other than Zhang Wuqi.

Dressed in a striking red robe and gripping a heavy saber, he looked somewhat imposing. But his strength... was rather painful to behold.

Ouyang Xiongfeng nodded slightly and slowly stepped down.

With late-stage Divine Emperor strength, no one knew how he had made it into the second round.

And this late-stage Divine Emperor was an exceptionally ordinary one at that.

He was completely unlike Jun Tianlin, who could kill a late-stage Lesser Heavenly God while at the late-stage Divine Emperor realm.

As for how they differed, there was no need to explain. The gap was simply too vast to describe in words...

So the first round had really depended entirely on luck. Wasn't that right? Even an expert like Tian Wudao had lost, while a mere late-stage Divine Emperor like Zhang Wuqi had advanced.

It was both pitiful and lamentable, leaving everyone sighing endlessly.

But no matter what, it was his own business. They still had to fight—they couldn't just stand there staring at each other, could they?

"Make your move," Wang Tian said first.

Zhang Wuqi, on the other hand, gave off a rather unfathomable air, while Wang Tian seemed more like some street punk.

Their personalities were completely opposite. Setting strength aside, one glance made it obvious that Zhang Wuqi was the type better at putting on airs.

Wang Tian, despite possessing great strength, simply could not compete with him in that regard.

Wang