The battles progressed swiftly.
A total of one hundred and twenty-eight Origin Core Snow Demons fought in pairs, the strong advancing and the weak falling away. In less than an hour, only the final sixteen remained.
Lin Mo was among them.
All sixteen gathered around Arena One, their gazes drifting toward Lin Mo, some openly, others less so. Their hostility was unmistakable.
It had to be said that the Snow Demon Tribe had clearly shown favoritism in arranging the rounds. Both brothers, Xue Kuotai and Xue Kuoluo, had made it into the final sixteen without facing each other along the way.
"That little bastard... he's actually this powerful."
Xue Kuotai narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across Lin Mo's face before he sent a quiet Divine Sense transmission. "Kuoluo, give me the Ice Scar Awls. I have another plan!"
"Huh?"
Xue Kuoluo froze briefly, then instinctively frowned. "Big Brother, what are you planning?"
"The Ice Scar Awls are essential if we're going to get rid of that little bastard. You can have anything else, but absolutely not these!"
Idiot!
The corner of Xue Kuotai's mouth twitched a few times as he explained quietly, "That little bastard has won battle after battle, and Her Majesty thinks highly of him. If we kill him in the arena, she'll erupt in thunderous fury."
"We might as well give the Ice Scar Awls to Xue Man and let him take the fall. We can still get that little bastard killed!"
"Oh?"
Xue Kuoluo's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Big Brother, are you sure?"
"The sixteen are divided into eight pairs. How do you know Xue Man will definitely face Xue Mo? What if they don't meet? Wouldn't that..."
The veins on Xue Kuotai's forehead throbbed violently.
According to past custom, the order