"Once an arena match begins, a contestant loses if they surrender, become completely unable to fight, or fall from the arena. After all the prodigies finish their matches, there will be one hour to rest. In other words, the sooner you finish your fight, the longer you can rest!"
"Now, I declare the second round officially begun!"
As the Heavenly Mandate Ranking's voice fell, the hundred names on it lit up, casting their glow over the hundred prodigies in every direction.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At once, every prodigy's body shone. They turned into streaks of light and flew toward the arenas together.
Soon, all hundred prodigies had landed on the fifty Heavenly Mandate Arenas, each paired with an opponent.
The light around Lu Ren faded. Before him stood a young man who radiated a bitter chill, as though he could freeze ten thousand miles of land.
"I am Xue Tianhe of the Snow Chant Immortal Sect!"
The young man stared at Lu Ren and said coldly, "Lu Ren, now that you've met me, defeat is inevitable!"
"The Snow Chant Immortal Sect?"
Lu Ren paused, then asked, "You're confident you can beat me?"
"I've seen what you can do. You fought several prodigies alone and killed Zhou Yan and Lei Zhen. But against me, you're destined to lose!"
Xue Tianhe's voice was icy, and he carried an air of invincibility, as though he could crush Lu Ren outright.
He thinks he can intimidate me with words?
With his Chaos Eyes, Lu Ren saw through Xue Tianhe at a glance. His aura, his laws, even his Immortal Body—Lu Ren perceived them all with perfect clarity.
Xue Tianhe had yet to reveal a single technique, but Lu Ren had already laid bare everything he had.
Such was the power of the Chaos Eyes!