"We won. We really won this time. Holy shit, amazing, truly amazing."
"Silver Dragon, you're the coolest, the strongest. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."
"So incredible, especially that final spear strike. It felt terrifying. If I'd been the one facing that strike, I'd have died instantly."
"Amazing, we won, we won! Oh yeah!"
Countless cultivators cheered.
To them, a victory was far too hard-won.
Now, Origin Continent had accumulated two victories in total.
Though they still could not compare to the Chaos Ancient Clan, this was progress.
With one victory came two, with two came three. As long as they had a good start, that was enough.
Victory was exceedingly precious, exceedingly valuable to them.
Because they had not seen one in a very long time.
The gloom that had piled up from their earlier defeats scattered completely at this moment.
It felt good.
It felt unbelievably good.
On the Arena, cultivators stepped onto the Arena and carried Silver Dragon away for urgent treatment.
The other cultivators participating in battle gained confidence at this moment.
After all, Silver Dragon's victory had fired them up once more.
Two victories meant that the Chaos Ancient Clan was not invincible. They could still be killed.
The previous three consecutive losses had already made some cultivators begin to doubt themselves.
But now, they no longer doubted themselves at all—not even the slightest bit.
Because they had won.
Victory could be seized.
"Damn it, Flowing Wind actually lost."
"That guy's final spear strike had clearly overdrafted his origin. Have they all started fighting like their lives don't matter?"
"The moment you stand on that Arena, there are only life and death. So long as you risk your life to kill your opponent, you can live."
"That makes sense."
"We can't lose again. Not a