None Below Golden Core Are Anything but Ants

At the mention of Li Sancai's name, he himself showed little reaction.

But the familiar faces beside him all grew tense.

Although Li Sancai had been constantly honing his combat techniques and building experience,

his previous fights had only been minor skirmishes, with neither victory nor defeat tied to points.

Now, however, this was an official competition. His opponent would likewise give it their all.

Under the rules of the Formal Disciple Grand Competition, everyone began with only 1 point.

Win, and gain 1 point. Lose, and lose 1 point.

Anyone whose points fell to 0 would be eliminated immediately.

Those injured or otherwise unable to take part in the competition would be deemed to have forfeited.

If he lost the first match, he would have to wait another ten years.

Li Sancai took a deep breath, his gaze becoming exceptionally resolute. "Come on."

He immediately headed toward Arena No. 7.

Xu Changqing and the others exchanged glances and quickly followed.

Before long, they gathered directly beneath Arena No. 7.

Li Sancai climbed the arena steps one at a time, his stride steady.

With every step, the hard stone stairs let out a "bang."

Chu Qiu abruptly spoke. "Your Senior Brother Li's opponent..."

Xu Changqing looked toward the other side, and his face instantly darkened.

Well, well. This Zhao Ben was actually a fire spirit root cultivator.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, a scorching aura radiated from his entire body.

By the look of it, this man's strength could not be underestimated.

Hu Bugui grew worried. "Their spiritual roots happen to counter each other. Senior Brother Li probably won't even be able to bring out half his strength."

The Five Elements generated and restrained one another.

Wood spirit roots were primarily restrained by fire and metal spirit roots.