While both sides were still discussing their plans, the draw for the next match began.
"I wonder who's next. Could it be me?"
"I hope it's me. Nangong Yue has given me confidence. If I fight next, I'll win for sure."
"I hope it's me. Let me go first and kill them."
"Anyone will do. Anyone."
The remaining cultivators talked among themselves.
But at that moment, every one of them hoped to be chosen.
Nangong Yue had gotten them off to a strong start, and their confidence had returned. Whoever stepped up now was sure to win.
It was a matter of mindset.
Three consecutive defeats had crushed their confidence.
But that last fight had restored it.
In a battle at this level, even the slightest change could affect the outcome.
"Next match: number twenty-nine."
A moment later, the draw was complete.
Looking at the large number twenty-nine, Yan Ting sighed softly.
So it wasn't him after all.
Damn it.
"I'm number twenty-nine."
In the distance, a young man with bangs and a robe splashed with every color of the rainbow flamboyantly swept his fringe aside.
Then he sashayed up onto the Arena.
"Fellow Daoist, he may look a little outrageous, but he's capable."
"Everything you're seeing is an act. He wants you to underestimate him so he can kill you in a single strike."
"His name is Song Ting, by the way. He's a Rogue Cultivator."
"But despite being a Rogue Cultivator, he's well connected in the Central Region's highest circles."
Ye Lin nodded as he listened to Yan Ting's explanation.
No one standing here was ordinary.
Pick any one of them, and they would have a background that reached the heavens.
For a Rogue Cultivator to make it here was proof enough that Song Ting was no simple