The spectators below stirred at the sight. Some began placing bets, guessing who would ultimately emerge victorious from this duel and hoping to make a fortune from it.
For a moment, the entire arena became a seething cauldron of excitement, cheers and shouts rising one after another without end.
Meanwhile, the senior figures of the Golden Spear and Iron Horse Sect seated above the spectator stands were weighed down by worry.
Before this, Gu Xinghai had been the only member of the Golden Spear and Iron Horse Sect to reach the top twenty-five, while another had placed outside the top fifty.
Now, they could only pin all their hopes on this outstanding young disciple before them, praying he would achieve another fine result and bring honor to the Golden Spear and Iron Horse Sect.
After several hundred more rounds of fierce exchanges, both opponents withdrew to opposite sides and began secretly gathering their strength, preparing to settle the contest with one final blow.
After such a prolonged battle, both were utterly exhausted and had suffered severe depletion. If they kept dragging things out endlessly, they would likely only end up injuring each other, with no telling when a victor would emerge.
Gu Xinghai focused all his attention on summoning the unparalleled power of his Spear Dao Holy Body. In an instant, a towering, starry-hued giant dozens of yards tall appeared in the void, clad in armor glittering with starlight.
The giant gripped an enormous, snow-white silver spear that radiated biting cold. Countless phantoms of spear intent swirled wildly around it, packed as densely as a passing swarm of locusts.
Meanwhile, Jin Bei refused to be outdone. He likewise poured everything into unleashing the terrifying potential long buried within him-his Golden Holy Body.
In the blink of an eye, a