Who Wants to Be Next?

When Su Zhan stood on the cliff again, Yi Yun had already disappeared.

Su Zhan looked up at the azure sky, chuckled, and said, "You tricked me, did you really think you could escape?"

Su Zhan glanced at the Artifact in his hand, clenched his fist, and turned back to the Library Pavilion.

He wasn't in a hurry to seek revenge on Yi Yun; Yi Yun killed him to eliminate a formidable opponent.

They will inevitably meet again in future matches, and once they do, that person will never be able to escape.

The most urgent task is to increase our own strength; as the saying goes, "If you want to do something well, you must first have the right tools."

He needed to quickly create Artifact that would allow him to use Space Attribute. With the added power of Time Attribute and the experience he had gained from practicing here before, his progress was rapid this time.

Half a day passed, and Su Zhan stared at a black bead with gold Pearl in his hand, a maniacal smile spreading across his face.

"Haha, it finally worked! Let's try it out!"

The male protagonist successfully created such an Artifact by using Devil Artifact as an external medium, integrating it with the Time Element, and adding order and guidance to it.

Su Zhan tried to carve out a Small Space on the second shelf in front of him, and the Small Space immediately accommodated several books.

Su Zhan tried to control the movement of the Small Space, and sure enough, the Small Space flew out carrying several books.

Su Zhan skillfully maneuvered it up, down, left, and right, achieving a successful first step!

He planned to explore other functions and use his powerful Demonic Power to conjure a Demonic Bird.

He stored one-third of his power in the Demonic Bird, using this space to envelop it, and the Demonic Bird charged around inside at high speed.

He kept attacking the sides of the Small Space in an attempt to escape, but the Small Space remained completely still. No matter how much he struggled inside, it had no effect.

Su Zhan softly said, "Explosion."

The Small Space exploded like smoke, blasting the Demonic Bird inside into a pile, leaving only a tiny wisp of Devil Qi and faint spatial ripples.

"Hahahaha! I did it! I finally did it!"

Because there were half as many participants in the second round as in the first round, the competition progressed faster.

The third round of the competition officially began on the second day.

This competition is different from the previous two in that it's a free-for-all!

Su Zhan and other participants totaled 10 people.

It's quite unfair to Su Zhan to have the final duel on a large arena.

Everyone is now focused on him, knowing he is the strongest opponent this time and that he is very likely to succeed in his cultivation. So everyone has gone crazy and is targeting him in an all-out effort, creating a scene where almost everyone is calling for his death.

But he didn't care; he had absolute confidence in his abilities.

On the contrary, I'm quite looking forward to the start of the match, and I'm excited to see Yi Yun's expression when he sees me again. That would be hilarious!

Time ticked by, and soon it was time for the third round of the competition to begin.

With the starting signal accompanied by an explosion of Devil Qi, the shield above the arena opened, turning the area inside into a space isolated from the outside world.

Su Zhan looked at the nine people opposite him. They had unanimously formed a powerful Alliance, intending to wipe Su Zhan out completely.

Su Zhan simply smiled and offered no further comment. Suddenly, a Devil Cultivator in the corner summoned his power and unleashed a powerful attack on Su Zhan.

As soon as he made his move, the others also began to act, each gathering their strongest attacks and launching a joint assault on Su Zhan.

Even if Su Zhan is strong, so what? There are nine of them coming to fight Su Zhan; he's destined to die here today.

Dozens of magical attacks came crashing down on Su Zhan.

Su Zhan simply smiled, neither dodging nor flinching, and gently raised his arm.

The Devil Race on the opposite side looked at Su Zhan with some confusion, secretly mocking him: Has he admitted defeat?

Several attacks landed simultaneously, and a burst of Devil Qi out, enveloping the entire space in darkness, making it impossible to discern directions.

They waited quietly for the Devil Qi to dissipate, but when they saw Su Zhan reappear, they could no longer maintain their composure.

Su Zhan remained standing there unharmed, completely at ease and calm, with a faint sneer in his eyes.

Something seemed to be shielding him from all attacks. This was the Spatial Artifact that Su Zhan had cultivated over the past few days, capable of both offense and defense.

The others, not being familiar with Space Attribute, didn't react much, only noting Su Zhan's formidable strength.

Hidden behind the crowd, Yi Yun, who had Su Zhan, knew it all too well!

He still remembered that yesterday, when he wanted to kill Su Zhan was still looking for someone with Space Attribute.

I never expected that he would possess spatial powers today. What a terrifying genius he is!

From the moment Su Zhan appeared before him, he had a bad feeling.

But even if Su Zhan was lucky enough to escape, he was probably seriously injured.

As a result, he not only escaped injury but also had a fortuitous encounter, which dramatically increased his strength.

He was terrified and began to attack frantically, each attack being the most vicious of all.

He knew very well that he had completely offended Su Zhan. If he could not completely eliminate Su Zhan this time, he would definitely suffer misfortune and face a crazy revenge!

Seeing the strange defense on Su Zhan, the crowd realized this match wasn't going to be easy. They began to spread out, planning to launch a coordinated attack on Su Zhan from various angles to find a blind spot in his defenses.

It would have been better if they hadn't separated; once they did, it was exactly what Su Zhan wanted.

Su Zhan suddenly moved with incredible speed, and by the time his opponent discovered his location, he had already grabbed a Devil Cultivator by the neck.

The Devil Cultivator was lifted up by the neck with one hand, struggling and attacking him relentlessly, but he couldn't budge him at all.

With a series of crisp "crack" sounds, the Devil Cultivator died at Su Zhan's hands. The faces of the Devil Race turned solemn at this sight.

They had thought that with the combined strength of the nine of them, they should be able to gain the upper hand in the battle against Su Zhan, or at least he shouldn't be able to exert such a powerful crushing force.

But that's the truth; his abilities are so astonishing, the gap between them is far beyond imagination.

The Devil Race himself never imagined he would die so ignominiously, his neck crushed like a mortal.

Su Zhan released his grip, leaving the corpse slumped on the ground. He then cast a dangerous glance at the remaining eight people.

Su Zhan: "Who wants to be the next one?"

The group's faces were grim, and none of them spoke. They simply manipulated the magic, wandering back and forth, shuttling between various corners of the arena, afraid of being caught by Su Zhan.

But it was all in vain. Faced with such a vast difference in strength, they had no chance of winning. They were simply unwilling to admit their defeat.