The referee for this match was an elderly man in his sixties. Before he released his Martial Soul, his cultivation could not be discerned.
On the Dragon Slaying Sect's side, a short young man stepped onto the stage. His appearance was rather unusual: his head was somewhat flat, and although he was short, his build looked exceptionally solid. His palms were particularly large. Spread at his sides, they resembled palm-leaf fans.
"The individual knockout match ends when one side loses the ability to fight or concedes, or when I determine the outcome. Avoid maiming your opponent as far as possible. Do you understand?" the referee told both sides in a deep voice.
"Understood."
The young man representing the Dragon Slaying Sect looked tough and capable. After answering, he turned and walked toward his own side, without even observing the most basic courtesy.
Under the competition rules, both contestants had to stand at opposite ends of the competition stage before the battle began, putting a hundred meters between them. This made things fairer for Soul Masters and Soul Engineers who specialized in long-range attacks.
By now, thanks to explanations from some spectators who had watched the previous tournament, the audience had gained some understanding of Chen Ping. Their initial doubts and judgments that he was arrogant had turned into a faint sense of anticipation, as though they intended to see what Chen Ping could truly do.
In the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer team's rest area, Xiao Hongchen's brows were tightly furrowed as he stared fixedly at the figure onstage.
Five years ago, it had been this very man who had instantly shattered his Invincible Shield and knocked him out of the arena before he could play even one of the many trump cards he had hidden.
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