Liu Jingyuan and Yang Fanyuan fought fiercely for nearly six hundred exchanges before a victor finally emerged.
Liu Jingyuan had been stabbed another twenty-odd times, leaving him like a hedgehog, drenched in blood from head to toe. Clearly, he had lost.
Yang Fanyuan had also been beaten into a sorry state. Four punches had nearly made him vomit up his internal organs. He looked at Liu Jingyuan with lingering fear and silently reflected, This big oaf is actually this formidable. I've been underestimating him all along!
Looks like I can't casually call him a big oaf anymore. What if he goes berserk and beats me up?
Yun Qingyi and Yang Fanzhou had also finished their battle. They had traded over six hundred exchanges, leaving Yun Qingyi with another twenty-odd spear wounds and Yang Fanzhou with nearly ten wounds from the iron poker. Both were covered in injuries, having battered each other senseless.
None of the four was in good shape. Grimacing at one another like defeated roosters, they hurried back to the Martial Platform to heal, completely ignoring the other disciples' shouts and cheers. Unless they healed quickly, someone would seize the chance to challenge them.
Ying Ming Hao clicked his tongue in wonder, looking every bit the spectator who never minded a spectacle getting out of hand. No other disciple on the Martial Platform was as carefree as he was.
The disciples continued challenging one another with all their might. As time passed, fewer and fewer issued challenges. Almost everyone had exhausted their three chances and settled into a ranking that matched their combat strength.
The challenges continued for two days before finally coming to a complete halt.
Once a full hour passed without anyone issuing a challenge, the rankings for this challenge tournament would be set for