Time flew, and more than two hours passed in the blink of an eye.
On the raised fighting platform at the Mid-Autumn Festival Gathering, over a hundred Heavenly Prodigies had already taken turns fighting. Fists and feet crossed, fierce winds howled, and the sparring ground became a battlefield of mortal combat.
Yet after over a hundred contestants had fought, only three barely managed ten consecutive victories and claimed the base prize of one million lower-grade spirit stones. Even the most dazzling Heavenly Prodigy of the gathering was forcefully toppled by a newcomer at fifteen consecutive wins and sent tumbling off the platform.
Everyone present was a leading talent of their respective factions. Their strengths were closely matched, their techniques ruthless. Often, one contestant would still be standing triumphant on the platform, only to be blasted off by a new challenger the next instant.
Back and forth they fought without respite. The action was blistering, far more heart-stopping than at any gathering in previous years.
"Who else?!"
On the platform, a young man in dust-stained clothes blasted his opponent back several steps, planted himself in the center, and threw his head up with a furious roar. His voice thundered like a lion's, leaving the entire venue buzzing.
He had already secured seven consecutive victories. Only three more battles stood between him and his ultimate goal of ten straight wins and one million spirit stones.
Before his words faded, the Heavenly Prodigies below, their eyes already red with pent-up impatience, surged into motion. Like starving tigers pouncing on prey, they swarmed toward the platform, each scrambling to get there first and break his winning streak.
But just as they reached the edge, a figure darted ahead like a startled swan. With a tap of his toes, he swept through the air