Whatever was happening outside, Dongguan was still in the Life-and-Death Selection.
Another new round began.
On the fifty-first day, Dongguan immediately chose to duel.
"It's you."
As someone famous, it was only natural for Dongguan to be recognized.
After his several exchanges with Nihemo, Dongguan had become the envy of everyone.
"I've heard all about you. You're strong against light attributes and warriors, but I'm a Psychic, and I don't have a light attribute. You're no match for me." It was a young man in white with four eyes, streams of golden light gathering around him.
Number 33.
His opponent had ranked thirty-third in the trial. In the previous round, he had won nine matches and lost one. His one defeat had been against Mingweis.
"Looks like he's met his match." After entering the second round, a new privilege had been unlocked: the right to spectate.
In a sense, its purpose was to make the battles more intense and prevent anyone from relying on a single trick to win every fight.
Sometimes, an unexpected move could secure victory, but once everyone had seen it, they would all consider ways to counter it.
This was still only the second round, and there were still many contestants. Later, as their numbers dwindled, they would become increasingly familiar with one another.
"You think you can win? Then come on." Whatever his opponent said, Dongguan simply drew his long saber and stood ready.
"Die." The man controlled countless golden swords, sending them at Dongguan.
"Actually, rankings really don't tell you everything." Gripping his saber, Dongguan became a series of phantoms, weaving like white light as he dodged attack after attack.
"He dodged?" The young man in white frowned. With a thought, he gathered all the golden swords into a cluster, then sent them shooting