On the sixty-sixth arena, Ye Qingxuan was so furious that his face turned livid and his nose nearly twisted out of shape.
He could only watch as Yang Fanyuan and the others dazzled the crowds in other arenas, while he remained trapped here, accepting challenge after challenge.
No sooner had one fight ended than another challenger charged at him like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, not even giving him time to catch his breath.
Ye Qingxuan felt as though he had fallen into an endless nightmare, and he gradually grew numb to everything.
As time passed, his attacks became increasingly vicious and underhanded. Every opponent who dared challenge him ended up badly wounded and utterly bedraggled.
Yet despite using every trick at his disposal, Ye Qingxuan still could not stop the endless stream of disciples pouring into the arena.
These people seemed not to know the meaning of fear. All they wanted was to improve their rankings by defeating him.
What did a few injuries matter to them?
As long as they had a breath left, they would fight with everything they had for a higher rank!
If it couldn't kill them, they would fight to the death!
Meanwhile, Yun Qingyi, Zhang Yu, and the other contestants also faced an unending succession of challenges.
After all, everyone had three chances to challenge someone. Without making good use of them, who could know where their true strength would place them?
Watching his younger cousin Yang Fanyuan cut such an imposing figure in the arena, Yang Fanzhou could not help growing restless.
At last, unable to suppress his impulse any longer, he suddenly roared, "Take this!" The unexpected shout rang out like thunder, instantly drawing everyone's attention as he challenged Lu Shen directly.
"Fuck, are you two fucking brothers