"Now then, the first round of eliminations has come to an end, and our twenty victors have emerged."
"Next comes the second round of eliminations. Ten battles, and only ten people will win and advance."
"Our first battle begins now."
"First match: Xuanyuan Liefeng versus Ru Xue."
"Please."
As the old man's words fell, Xuanyuan Liefeng, beside Ye Lin, snapped his eyes open.
He walked toward the Arena without a trace of expression.
"Liefeng, don't act rashly."
Nangong Xuanyi couldn't help calling out to his friend's retreating back.
But all he got in reply was a dismissive wave from Xuanyuan Liefeng.
"We're done for."
Nangong Xuanyi's face darkened, his eyes filled with worry.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Lin opened his eyes and turned to him.
"That fool's made up his mind. He's dead set on killing Chu Jingming this time. I'm afraid he'll die in the Arena."
Nangong Xuanyi clenched his fists, his face tense.
Ye Lin raised an eyebrow, then looked toward the Arena.
Xuanyuan Liefeng had already come face-to-face with Ru Xue.
The two stared at each other. Neither made the first move.
"I watched your fight. Your style is fierce, but it must also put an enormous strain on your body."
"Kill a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of your own. Foolish."
After a moment, Ru Xue delivered those harsh words without holding back.
That made Xuanyuan Liefeng laugh.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, as though he found it genuinely amusing.
"Kill a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of my own? Sounds good to me."
"As long as I kill you and stay alive, that's enough."
Xuanyuan Liefeng grinned. His hands suddenly turned bloodred, and a blood-colored Dharma manifestation rose behind him.
The manifestation stood three zhang tall, its face