At this moment, even his expression could not help turning solemn.
Three consecutive defeats were an enormous blow to the remaining contestants.
But there was nothing they could do.
They could not interfere either. The Origin Continent desperately needed a victory now.
Just one victory would be enough.
"I never expected things to develop like this. The Chaos Ancient Clan hid themselves deeply this time."
Another middle-aged man's expression darkened slightly.
They had thought they had thoroughly studied the Chaos Ancient Clan, yet in the end, they had still been played.
The Chaos Ancient Clan's strength could not be underestimated.
It was absurdly strong.
Those who had come this time were all among the Origin Continent's strongest.
Yet they had still suffered three straight defeats.
It was simply outrageous.
"Now, all we can do is wait—wait for a victory."
"I hope the next battle goes smoothly."
A powerful expert let out a sigh.
They could not interfere with how the battle unfolded.
They only hoped that the next contestant to take the stage could bring them a victory—a glorious victory.
Otherwise, things would truly become dangerous.
"What do you think? Three straight defeats. Does your disciple have confidence?"
"The Chaos Ancient Clan clearly came prepared this time."
The Heavenly Blade Sage wore a grave expression.
The relaxed look he had before was gone; his expression was now exceptionally solemn.
He had not expected them to suffer three straight defeats right from the start.
This was far too absurd.
"Of course they came prepared."
"We'll see what happens next. If we still lose the next match, then things will be dangerous."
"Your disciple may be in danger as well."
The old man glanced at the Heavenly Blade Sage and spoke calmly.
"Danger?"
"Not necessarily."
"Though I have not managed my disciple