"Next match, number fourteen."
As the words fell, Ye Lin looked at Yan Ting beside him.
If he remembered correctly, Yan Ting was number fourteen.
"No need to look, my friend. That's me."
Noticing Ye Lin's gaze, Yan Ting smiled, showing a row of white teeth.
"Be careful."
"Don't worry. I'll win."
Yan Ting patted Ye Lin's shoulder, then stepped forward. Under the eyes of the assembled cultivators, he slowly made his way toward the Arena.
"Why aren't you coming up yet?"
"Trying to act like some great master?"
Standing on the Arena, Yan Ting smiled at the Chaos Ancient Clan's assembled experts in the distance and called out.
"Don't be impatient, my friend. Here I come."
A figure stepped out from among the Chaos Ancient Clan.
A cruel smile hung on his face as he walked toward the Arena, step by step.
He wore a black robe that hid his face.
In his hand was a staff half a zhang tall, made from some strange, unidentifiable wood. Savage patterns covered its surface.
"So it's you, Annihilation."
"You're as mysterious as ever."
Yan Ting smiled at his opponent.
His expression was relaxed, but caution flickered in his eyes.
Clearly, the man before him was no simple opponent.
"I didn't expect you to be my opponent either."
"I've always been terrified of your thunder. If not for the draw, I wouldn't have wanted to face you."
Annihilation gave a low chuckle.
"Enough pleasantries. We're both here now, so let's begin."
"Come."
Yan Ting and Annihilation faced each other, and the once-relaxed atmosphere changed in an instant.
"Win this match, and victory is certain."
On the spectators' island, a cultivator offered his assessment with complete confidence.
"Oh? Why are you so sure, my friend?"
A young man beside him asked, puzzled.
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