"Hmm? Who's this big guy?"
Origin Continent, spectator island.
A cultivator looked at Shi Poxiao, a flicker of confusion passing through his eyes.
He knew many of the famous top prodigies of the Central Region, but he truly did not recognize this big guy.
"He's the strongest among the younger generation of the reclusive Stone Clan. It's perfectly normal that you don't know him."
"This big guy's strength must not be underestimated. Even among the thirty-six contestants, he ranks near the top."
"It'll depend on how he performs in this battle. I wonder who his opponent really is."
"This big guy carries the bloodline of a Sage from the history of the Origin Continent. And his physique is beyond question—his origins are far from simple."
"A Sage's bloodline?"
Upon hearing those four words, the other cultivators were all startled.
They knew all too well what a Sage's bloodline represented.
At any rate, in the minds of countless cultivators on the Origin Continent, anyone possessing a Sage's bloodline was formidable—truly formidable, so formidable it defied description.
After all, those four words, Sage's bloodline, were not empty boasting.
That was a Sage.
Anything connected to a Sage was no simple matter.
Exceptionally far from simple.
At that moment, hope rose in their hearts once more.
Two consecutive defeats had dealt a blow not only to the contestants' mentality, but to theirs as well.
At this moment, they still cheered, but they no longer dared claim victory was certain.
Certain victory twice, crushing defeat twice.
They could no longer bring themselves to say the words "certain victory."
They had declared certain victory twice, only to be met with two straight losses.
This time, they said nothing.
They would wait and see the outcome.
If they won this battle, then all would be well.