On the five arenas,
The second round of the semifinals continued in a series of round-robin battles.
Time flew by amid one thrilling clash after another.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
Over those three days,
Shen Changchuan won eight matches in a row.
And throughout that run, his opponents' attitudes toward him
began to change.
At first,
some refused to accept his strength. They hoped to draw on the profound cultivation systems they had studied in the Immortal Sect and their wealth of combat experience to find a flaw, defeat him, and make their names known far and wide.
But later,
after Shen Changchuan defeated two or three opponents with a single move,
those who faced him afterward stepped onto the stage with bitter expressions.
They felt their luck had hit rock bottom. All they could hope to do was survive a few moves and show the techniques and strength they possessed.
They tried to circle and dodge, hoping to hold out for at least a little while.
Yet no matter how the next few opponents prepared, Shen Changchuan defeated each of them in a single strike.
In the end,
those who came up afterward had all but given up.
There was nothing they could do.
It was too absurd!
Among them was even a contestant whose strength ranked somewhere around the top twenty or thirty, and Shen Changchuan crushed him in one move!
From then on,
most people present understood that Shen Changchuan might have gaps in his cultivation foundation and combat experience.
But with his outrageously powerful Power of Space, any flaws he had were beyond the ability of ordinary people to find or exploit.
Perhaps only monstrous talents like Lin Wushuang and Xuan Tianxing could take advantage of them!
And so,
his