The atmosphere on every Martial Platform was fiercely tense. The Heavenly Prodigies who had drawn number one were locked in fierce battles with their opponents, and those battles were nearing their end.
On Ying Ming Hao's Martial Platform, Wang Guodong was among those fighting. As expected of a Wang Family descendant, his fighting style carried quite a touch of his cousin Wang Baishun's flair.
After an exceptionally fierce, drawn-out battle, he lost only one match and successfully earned eight points, advancing smoothly to the next round.
As Wang Guodong's victory drew to a close, the contestants who had drawn number two took the stage.
A woman leaped onto the arena with a Blood Sword in hand. She was Wang Zhu.
As coincidence would have it, Wang Zhu of the Joyous Union Sect had also been waiting here for quite some time.
Both women had graceful figures and lovely faces, but in comparison, the former Wang Zhu seemed a little more outstanding.
At that moment, Wang Zhu glared fixedly at the other Wang Zhu with hatred in her eyes, silently cursing, It's all this little bitch's fault! If she hadn't caused Ying Ming Hao to take liberties with me, how would I have ended up like this? People keep mixing the two of us up...
The more she thought about it, the harder her anger became to quell. Today, she would make this hateful woman suffer and vent her pent-up fury!
Any talk about whether they had shared an ancestor tens of millions of years ago had long since been cast to the back of her mind.
At the sight, the spectators below immediately perked up with interest.
After all, these two not only had similar names, but both possessed beauty worthy of an entire nation. Even their clothing, accessories,