Negotiation

After the last Blood Guard suffered a crushing defeat, Zhouliu suddenly said, "So that's how it is. I understand now."

"Boss, what do you understand?" Return Flow immediately asked.

Return Flow was a mass of blue liquid that looked somewhat like a slime. Countless watery tentacles surrounded it, and it could use them to create enormous whirlpools.

Within the Drifting Void Sea, Return Flow's strength ranked among the very best. It could be called one of Zhouliu's most important right-hand men.

"We were all misled by the Spirit King. The outcome was actually decided from the very beginning. In a contest of strength, we are no match for any Elf King," Zhouliu slowly replied.

Even the weakest Elf King was far more powerful than any one of them.

So if they kept competing with the Elf Kings solely through martial combat, they would definitely lose.

Ten chances seemed like a lot.

But if they failed to see through this, ten chances and a hundred chances were no different, because they simply could not defeat any Elf King.

The problem was that not every Elf King was willing to compete with them in other things. For example, the first-generation Elf King, Aibute, would definitely not agree.

And the only known female Elf King willing to settle victory and defeat through other means had turned into golden dust and merged into Mani's body when Mani hugged her just now, so she could no longer be challenged.

Of the sixty Arenas, only fifty-eight remained available for challenge.

And among them, how many were willing to decide victory and defeat by other means?

Zhouliu slowly voiced its speculation. Everyone around it changed expression upon hearing it, immediately realizing just how dangerous these so-called challenges were.

Were ten chances really that many?

If they were