Buzz!
Suddenly, ten people from the surrounding stands were moved onto the arenas by an invisible force: two from the Azure Dragon Starfield, three from the White Tiger Starfield, three from the Vermilion Bird Starfield, and two from the Black Tortoise Starfield. It seemed entirely random—whoever was chosen had no say in the matter. Still, this was good too. Right from the start, no one was particularly willing to be an arena master, unless they were extremely confident in themselves.
"Damn it, I became an arena master right away."
"The first arena masters get eliminated the fastest. Fine, then. Let's see how many rounds I can last."
The ten people forcibly chosen as arena masters wore different expressions, but they soon calmed down. Since they were already here, they might as well accept it. There was nothing to worry about.
"Haha, I'm Yang Dingcheng of the Azure Dragon Starfield. They say the Black Tortoise Starfield values defense. Let's see whether my Azure Dragon Heaven-Piercing Hand can break through yours."
Yang Dingcheng was not particularly strong. Among the fifty-odd Azure Dragon Starfield experts present, he would rank at most around twentieth. Knowing that he could not make it through in the end, Yang Dingcheng intended to give it everything he had. At the final moment, he wanted to blaze with his own light and make others remember him.
Whoosh!
With a flash, Yang Dingcheng appeared on the fourth arena. Standing there was an elite genius from the Black Tortoise Starfield. The man was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a steady aura. At a glance, he was clearly the defensive type.
"I am Zheng Wu!"
Seeing Yang Dingcheng come up, Zheng Wu cupped his fists.
"Enough nonsense. Take this."
Yang Dingcheng roared like a tiger and leaped into the air, striking down with