The round of sixteen ended with Zhao Zicheng's departure from the arena.
Feng Yong left the platform looking somewhat lost, his mind still replaying the sight of the hand Zhao Zicheng had kept wrapped in gauze from start to finish.
"You still haven't fought enough battles to the death."
"Danger can come from anywhere you can't imagine!"
"If that thread had been a little sharper, you might already be dead."
The Military Academy instructor looked at Feng Yong and spoke flatly.
Feng Yong's clenched fists loosened limply. He turned to look at the arena behind him and drew a deep breath, resolve returning to his eyes.
With that, the eight quarterfinalists were decided.
Two from Ink Academy.
One from Spirit Mind Academy.
Three from Spirit Martial Academy.
Two from the Military Academy.
So far, Spirit Martial Academy was actually in the lead.
After all, before the Fourth Awakening, Spirit Martial Academy, which focused on training physical strength, did indeed have the strongest individual fighters in a certain sense.
The Military Academy's advantage lay in teamwork.
As for Spirit Mind Academy, its advantages would only gradually emerge after the Fourth Awakening, or even the Sixth Awakening.
"Three days of rest before the quarterfinals!"
"Three days from now, the top three will be decided in a single day of high-intensity combat."
"This will test the students' ability to fight continuously."
With Xu Yuanqing's utterly unprofessional announcement, the competition drew to a close.
In fact... who knew whether he had forgotten.
Once again, he never mentioned the sponsor's name.
Even where he stood happened to block the Gold Ingot Group's logo.
Everything worked out so neatly.
Back at the hotel.
This time, Yu Sheng was alone.
Zhao Zicheng had been sent to the hospital for treatment, while Xu Yuanqing had been acting