"We concede!"
Seeing everyone in the arena beset by danger, with even Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er struggling to hold on, Xu Cheng sighed softly, his voice carrying throughout the arena.
In an instant.
A barrier descended between the two sides.
"The match is over!"
Jing Hongchen announced impassively, "The Clear Sky Sect wins."
"Huff, huff..."
Nan Qiuqiu knelt on one knee, panting heavily, her pretty face deathly pale. She blamed herself, too. She had been the most useless person out there, even forcing Sister Dong'er to go out of her way to protect her. Their opponents' pressure had simply been too overwhelming.
Their various attributes had suddenly skyrocketed, battering the girls until they could barely breathe.
Wang Dong'er's beautiful eyes darkened slightly as she looked toward Tang San in the spectator stands.
He wore a kindly smile. The girl snorted coldly, then turned and left.
"A god really is something else."
Xu Cheng nodded slightly.
The gulf between gods and mortals-even demigods-was like a heavenly chasm, so vast it was almost impossible to cross. Ning Rongrong was, technically, "only" a Second-Level God, yet a mere trace of her divine power had completely reversed a battle they had originally been dominating.
Even he had felt a trace of pressure.
"The second match, the individual elimination round, will begin in ten minutes."
Jing Hongchen made the announcement.
"A Cheng, they're cheating!" Meng Hongchen exclaimed indignantly the moment she entered the rest area.
"We were clearly crushing them, but then..."
Ning Tian looked somewhat exhausted as well. She had done everything she could, but the result still fell short of her hopes. She had even felt as though an invisible figure stood behind their opponents, dueling with her from afar.
"It was Ning Rongrong."
Xu Cheng spoke softly.
He looked toward Ning