"Contestants number one and one hundred, proceed to arena one.
Contestants number two and ninety-nine, proceed to arena two, and so on. Anyone who fails to reach their arena within ten minutes will automatically forfeit!"
"Good luck, Yao Feng!"
Hearing the black-robed man's announcement, Nalan Yanran said with a cheerful smile. She waved, then headed toward one of the arenas.
Yao Feng waved back, greeted Yao Ye and the others, and headed toward an arena as well. A petite young girl was already standing on the platform.
The girl looked young. Her cute round face was full of seriousness as she watched Yao Feng approach with wary eyes.
She had watched some of Yao Feng's previous match. After all, there were not many people capable of fighting several opponents alone, so Yao Feng had naturally drawn plenty of attention. She was one of those people.
"Shen Meng, ninth stage Dou Qi. Although I'm no match for you, I won't give up!"
Seeing the determination in the girl's eyes, Yao Feng nodded slightly and clasped his hands.
"Yao Feng, Five-star Dou Zhe."
Yao Feng rather admired people who were wholeheartedly devoted to martial arts. At the very least, she was not as calculating as Liu Ling. What Yao Feng hated most were people who stabbed others in the back, the kind who were impossible to guard against.
Shen Meng's eyes narrowed. Although she had already thought highly of Yao Feng, she had still underestimated him. A Five-star Dou Zhe—such talent was truly enviable. Yet she did not falter. Instead, she steadied herself and fixed her gaze on Yao Feng's every movement, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
"Excuse me—Ice Palm!"
Finding an opening, Shen Meng acted decisively. Wisps of white frost emerged over her palm as she lunged at Yao