On the Troop Muster Platform, Chan Master Wuxiang and the Guanyin Tower Master exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.
A moment later, Chan Master Wuxiang announced in a resonant voice, "Jian Yi of the Front Army and Fierce-Eyed Vajra of the Central Army have no challengers. They advance!"
The two flashed off their respective arenas and returned to their formations to regulate their breathing, having secured their places in the final contest.
Next, two new Arena Defenders were designated.
After Qingpeng True Person's defeat, the Rear Army arena had become a coveted prize because Wuxin had expended so much of his strength;
several gazes fixed on it, and multiple cultivators wanted to challenge him, all hoping to pluck this "soft persimmon."
Following the rules, the three Guard Army Commanders selected the cultivator among them who had displayed the greatest fighting strength in the first two rounds.
An hour later, the recovery period ended.
The new challenger leaped onto the Rear Army arena.
Though Wuxin had taken excellent medicinal pills, his face remained pale, and he had not recovered even half of what he had expended.
After several exchanges, his True Essence circulated sluggishly, and he decisively stopped. "This poor monk concedes."
He preserved his strength and wisely withdrew.
The struggle across the arenas instantly reached a fever pitch!
Spiritual light flared, and shouts shook the heavens!
The cultivators scrambled to get ahead, all wanting to seize a qualifying spot before Azure Roc and Wuxin recovered.
Attackers and defenders changed places frequently in the arenas, like a revolving melee.
After another three hours and more, one Pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator across the three arenas successfully advanced.
Suddenly, an azure figure shot toward the Rear Army arena like lightning!
It was Qingpeng True Person, who had finished regulating his breathing!
The Arena Defender