The edge of the Windbreaker Saber stopped dead less than an inch from the thick-browed man's face.
The thick-browed man could clearly feel the skin-prickling chill radiating from its edge.
His throat bobbed, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. "I concede!" he cried hastily.
Chen Shi'an sheathed his saber and cupped his hands. "Thank you for the match."
Having escaped with his life, the thick-browed man let out a long breath and hurriedly cupped his hands toward Chen Shi'an. "Thank you for showing mercy."
Chen Shi'an smiled faintly and prepared to leave the platform.
Zhou Qinghu suddenly asked, "Your cultivation is only at the Second Grade Early Stage. How are you so fast?"
Chen Shi'an said quietly, "I was born with a strong physique. You could call it an exceptional natural gift."
With that, he leaped off the platform and strode back to the Contestant Seating.
Chen Shi'an's match had ended relatively quickly.
On most of the other platforms, the bouts were still underway.
He sat in the Contestant Seating, quietly watching the others fight.
This time, the referees did not immediately call the second round of contestants onto the platforms after a bout ended. Instead, they waited for all the first-round bouts on the thirty platforms to finish.
Nearly half an hour later, all the bouts on the thirty platforms had ended, and thirty people had been eliminated from the Top Hundred Tournament.
Next, the referees called out the names of the remaining forty contestants who had yet to fight. They went to twenty platforms to begin their bouts.
After nearly another half hour, those twenty bouts ended as well.
Only fifty people remained in the Contestant Seating.
Of those fifty, twenty still had to fight another bout to determine which ten would