In the blink of an eye, another dozen days passed. The tournament was more than halfway through, with fewer than a hundred disciples remaining.
Among the most outstanding disciples, Bai Su shone brightest. Her victories depended not on her cultivation, but on her seemingly endless magical treasures and high-quality pills.
The woman in the arena sent a ribbon gracefully toward her opponent. He caught it and pulled backward, but she calmly threw out another magical treasure, striking at his wrist. He could only release the ribbon in frustration.
The woman's match resembled an elegant dance. She seemed particularly adept at overcoming hardness with softness.
After fighting for quite some time, the woman seemed to have exhausted her spiritual power. She swiftly took out a pill and swallowed it, and within just a few breaths, her spiritual energy was abundant once more.
Among the disciples watching below, some were envious, some were jealous, and some felt their teeth ache at the sight.
A pill capable of completely restoring spiritual energy within a few breaths was surely no ordinary item. Yet this female cultivator had squandered it on a tournament match. What a reckless waste of heaven's gifts.
Many people had come to watch Bai Su's match. Besides her admirers, there were plenty who had heard stories about her.
Su Jiu, Su Mianmian, and their companions were also watching from below.
Su Mianmian was enthusiastically sharing gossip about Bai Su.
She also took out a bag of fruit and a bag of nuts.
Su Mianmian studied the two bags of snacks for a moment, then handed the fruit to Su Jiu. Like a little squirrel, she began crunching away at the nuts.
Seeing that there was none for him, Jin Chen wore his displeasure all over his face.
As she ate, Su