Cang Yuan replied hoarsely, "It's already terrifying enough. No matter what, Su Old Devil was a figure who shook heaven and earth. Breaking his record is practically impossible, but that black-clad young man should still be stubbornly holding on."
So much time had passed and he still had not withdrawn. He had to be desperately persevering.
"To hold on for so long, he definitely can't be much worse than Su Old Devil."
"The Peak Lord has already sent word that he will arrive shortly. We must keep this black-clad young man here when the time comes, and we must not slight him."
As Cang Yuan gave his instructions, everyone nodded heavily. Who the hell would dare slight him?
And so, Cang Yuan and the others waited quietly—for the black-clad young man to regain his senses, and for the Peak Lord to arrive.
Meanwhile, the several dozen onlookers around them, who were forbidden from leaving, were flushed with excitement. They had witnessed history. They had chosen not to go join the bustle at the Military Formation Masters Guild and had stayed behind, never expecting such an unforeseen harvest.
This was something they could brag about for the rest of their lives.
Yet no one knew that Sikong Jing had actually reached the final ring, about to challenge the eighteenth ring... Others found it harder the further they went, but he only grew faster with each successive stage.
Just as he had thought before, he had challenged the Iron Cang Martial Resonance Stone in order to seek inspiration for creating beast techniques from its countless basic martial skills.
Thus, as he continued challenging it, inspiration burst forth like a fountain. His grasp of martial skills grew ever deeper and more comprehensive. And since the illusory figures around him were all at the