"The Chaos Ancient Clan's fighters are getting stronger and stronger the later they come out. Fellow Daoists, be careful. The pressure ahead will be immense."
"I noticed it too. The drawing was supposedly random, so why were all the strong ones being drawn later?"
"I felt something was off about this drawing a long time ago. Right from the start, I sensed there was a problem with it."
"The problem is huge."
"Forget it. Don't dwell on such things. What must be faced will be faced sooner or later. It's only a drawing; true powerhouses wouldn't care about that."
"That's right. We're all in the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm. So what if the drawing is unfair? It makes no difference to us."
After a brief moment of thought, the remaining contestants from the Origin Continent all came to terms with it.
Even if the drawing was unfair, so what?
They were all in the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm. Sooner or later, they would have to face one another.
Besides, only those lacking confidence would hesitate.
And every one of them was supremely confident.
Who cared whom they drew? In the end, wouldn't it still come down to their own strength?
Having reached this realm, and being peerless prodigies besides, if they still had to guess whether their opponent was strong before challenging them, then they had no right to stand here at all.
"Wait quietly for the results of the next draw."
"If you ask me, we shouldn't draw lots at all. Everyone should just get on the Arena and fight together. Drawing back and forth is a waste of time."
"That's a good suggestion. The Arena is huge anyway, more than enough for us to cut loose. Whoever remains alive in the end will be the true powerhouse."
"Right.