"Liu Madman lost. That madman fought me ten thousand years ago. Even then, he was already someone I could only look up to. I never imagined he would actually lose now."
"You've fought Liu Madman, fellow Daoist? I'm not even qualified to fight him. I'd be afraid he'd beat me to death."
"Let's not make a fuss. That's ancient history. I didn't know any better back then. If he hadn't held back, I would've died long ago."
"Everyone has seen Liu Madman's strength for themselves. Who would've thought... sigh..."
"Where did the Chaos Ancient Clan get so many powerful fighters? The number of contestants keeps dwindling, and we're still fighting against a fierce headwind."
"Can we win?"
"Who knows? Never mind whether we can win. Just watch."
On the spectator platforms around the arena, countless cultivators discussed the battles among themselves.
The Origin Continent was now fighting against a fierce headwind.
If they kept losing, they would not even have a chance to turn things around.
Even now, few chances remained.
So it was hard to say how things would turn out.
Very, very hard to say.
All they could do was watch the battles to come.
If they won every battle from here on out, their Origin Continent would still have hope.
But was an unbroken winning streak really possible?
They dared not entertain the thought.
They dared not think about it, and the contestants themselves had no confidence either.
Who would dare guarantee an unbroken winning streak?
After all, the Chaos Ancient Clan had already proven through their strength that they were not made of clay.
"Looks like we're going to lose this first contest."
In the Endless Void.
One of the supreme powerhouses spoke slowly.
"What? The fighting isn't over yet, and you've already lost faith