"Could this guy be here to promote Light Talismans and drive up the price of The Starry Night Shells?" someone wondered. "Could the Bianfeng Civilization also be holding a huge stockpile of The Starry Night Shells?"
"Are they taking this opportunity to push up the price of The Starry Night Shells?"
Conspiracy theorists could always come up with bizarre ideas. After all, the soaring price of The Starry Night Shells had been far too shocking.
"This Transcendent actually held his ground without paying any price!"
"His reflexes are astonishing, and those Light Talismans provide pretty decent protection." The tall centaur chief looked somewhat worried. "But the Darkness Rule seeps into every opening. Over time, his soul will still become contaminated. That would be bad."
Another Transcendent analyzed the situation. "That depends on whether the Bianfeng Civilization's soldier can last longer than that Transcendent."
"The Bianfeng Civilization's soldiers have powerful soul attacks, but their attacks lack variety. With fast enough reflexes and the help of Light Talismans, you can hold them off."
"Easy for you to say. Your reactions have to keep up first... one hit from that Black Light, and you're dead."
The various bloodline civilizations were quietly cheering Zhang Ming on.
They lacked the courage to fight the Bianfeng Civilization to the bitter end themselves, but they still had the courage to cheer someone else on.
Meanwhile, the Bianfeng Civilization's leaders wore grim expressions. No one knew what they were thinking, but the person in the arena had clearly come prepared.
"Why does he feel like my Turtle Grandson?" The Dragon Turtle, crouching in another corner to watch, found him somewhat familiar, yet puzzling.
The Transcendent fighting in the arena had no Dragon Turtle Bloodline, so why could he use Dragon Turtle Power?
The Dragon Turtle was utterly confused.