"It seems your Primordial Holy Heaven is going to come in last place again. I'll accept the prize from our bet without hesitation."
Standing to the side, Golden Feather Holy Heaven, whose dean made no attempt to conceal his true intentions, sneered at Chao Bai Wuya as he declared his victory.
In his view, his victory was almost a foregone conclusion.
In this second round of competition, each student does not fight consecutively, but as long as they are selected to step onto the stage and suffer a defeat, they will be immediately eliminated and will not be eligible for the next round.
Shentu Feng has already lost, which means that the strongest force of Primordial Holy Heaven will not be able to enter the third round.
The Ten Saints of the Primordial Holy Heaven were basically wiped out.
Meanwhile, Jin Golden Feather Holy Heaven, Jin Buhuan, has already won seven matches, far exceeding the record of Primordial Holy Heaven; this is a victory.
Of the Ten Saints of Golden Feather Holy Heaven, only two were eliminated.
These two were simply unlucky, running into the Ten Saints Ten Saints the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven and the True Martial Holy Heaven. They had no choice but to admit defeat.
But there are still eight people left.
This is the second victory.
The overall strength of the Golden Feather Holy Heaven is greater than that of the Primordial Holy Heaven; this is a triple victory...
Anyway, he won!
Upon hearing this, the faces of all the holy masters of the Primordial Holy Heaven turned extremely ugly.
They were basically present at the time and knew about the bet between the old man and their own dean. The stakes were incredibly important to the Primordial Holy Heaven; if they lost...
They simply couldn't imagine how terrifying the consequences would be!
The other Holy Heaven students or Holy Masters, seeing Shentu Feng admit defeat, shook their heads with a mixture of helplessness and anticipation, mocking him.
" The Primordial Holy Heaven... is truly even more useless than in previous years."
"It's getting worse every year."
"I really don't understand why the Holy Heaven Association hasn't quickly canceled the Primordial Holy Heaven's participation quota. It would be best if they just removed the Primordial Holy Heaven from the Ten Great Saint Heavens as well."
"Where Holy Heaven Association have such authority? But what you say is true, the Primordial Holy Heaven is indeed somewhat unworthy of its position."
"With so many people, you should have been able to win at least one game, right? And this is what happened..."
"Damn it! What a disaster! I shouldn't have gambled. That damned Primordial Holy Heaven! What a waste of my money! I should have known better than to bet on the Primordial Holy Heaven producing a dark horse this year. All those Spirit Stone I painstakingly mined for three years!"
"..."
It's not uncommon for casinos to be set up in Holy Heaven City.
During each of the Ten Institutes Grand Competition, different factions would set up casinos and gambling tables.
Let's bet on who will be the winner of this Ten Institutes Grand Competition.
In this Ten Institutes Grand Competition, which Holy Heaven Association produce a dark horse?
The more numbers you get in the sequence of the Holy Heaven, the bigger the prize money you'll win.
This year, rumors have circulated throughout the Primordial Holy Heaven, along with information about Bai Wuya, who has been clinging to life, and other hearsay...
A small number—a very small number—chose to take the risk and gamble that the Primordial Holy Heaven would become a dark horse.
But now, they all regret it so much they want to die.
Although the odds from the Primordial Holy Heaven are extremely high, why are they so stubborn?
It's my own money!
Of course, aside from a portion of the academies within the Primordial Holy Heaven Primordial Holy Heaven, none of the others were willing to bet on it to become number one.
Even someone like Xing Yunxiao, who had never seen Qu Youmeng in action, had none.
In his mind, no matter how strong Qu Youmeng was, could she possibly be stronger than the top Holy Heaven?
Even if he couldn't beat the opponent, couldn't Jiang Chengzun beat him?
There is absolutely no way that the Primordial Holy Heaven could be ranked higher.
The defeat of Shentu Feng and others today precisely proves this point.
The elder referee remained expressionless, seemingly unconcerned about the commotion below. After Shentu Feng left and the arena automatically repaired and cleaned itself, he coldly announced the names.
" True Martial Holy Heaven Wen Shiling versus Primordial Holy Heaven Wan Renshan!"
Upon hearing this, the audience erupted in an uproar.
" Wen Shiling! It's Wen Shiling, the sixth of the Ten Saints of True Martial Holy Heaven!"
"He is extremely powerful, and it is rumored that he is a master who can fight opponents of higher levels. He is at the Thearch Realm Third Layer, and even Great Emperor would not fare well against him."
"Two years ago on the Demon Battlefield, he personally killed a Great Emperor and several powerful figures at the second or third Thearch Realm... without a scratch. He's simply a monster!"
"It is said that this person is brave and fierce, with an eccentric personality, even more unpredictable than those people from the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven...?"
"Ouch, are you out of your mind? You know it's true and you still dare to say that? Be careful he hears you!"
"Speaking of which... now that you mention it, I remember that if it weren't for his personality and that incident back then, this person's ranking wouldn't have stopped at sixth."
"So, this is another battle with no suspense whatsoever. And... Primordial, tsk tsk, isn't this the last of the Ten Saints of Primordial Holy Heaven? He used to be the number one of the Ten Saints, but now it seems he's basically finished, and the others have caught up. What a waste of my time, sigh!"
On the stage, Wen Shiling was the first to step onto the platform.
His face was cold, and his eyes were a hazy gray, unlike those of Human Race. He coldly swept his gaze over the crowd below the stage, and in an instant, the entire audience fell silent, not a single person uttering a sound.
It wasn't just that the fight was about to begin, but also because people were horrified by his methods.
Speaking of Wen Shiling's methods... it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a Devil Cultivator.
However, he only targeted Devil Cultivator and never harmed righteous disciples, so apart from his reputation for being cruel and vicious, people had no other way to criticize him. But whenever they thought about what he had done, they felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts.
Shaving bones and crushing flesh are minor matters; more importantly, he cultivates both medicine and swordsmanship, being both a swordsman and Alchemist.
He managed a medicinal herb garden, but he never used it to cure diseases or save lives; his Pill Furnace only produced poisonous pills. Furthermore, the herb garden was cultivated using the corpses and flesh of Devil Cultivator or monsters—a truly horrifying practice...
All the elixirs he refined would explode with a flick of his finger, and the medicinal vapors entering the body would make life worse than death.
Seeing that Wan Renshan was going to face this person, the other students of Primordial Holy Heaven were filled with utter despair.
There are far too many powerful figures among the Ten Great Saint Heavens.
But Wen Shiling was simply impossible to defend against, with countless tricks up his sleeve. In particular, his own strength was even greater than Shentu Feng's. How could anyone possibly fight him?
How can we win?
Wan Renshan is no match for Shentu Feng!
Don't even mention winning!
Seeing this, Wenren Nian disregarded his dignity, gritted his teeth, grabbed the arm of the soon-to-stand Wan Renshan, and urged it to lower its guard and quickly give instructions.
"Brother, if things really don't work out once you're on stage, just admit defeat immediately. We've already lost, we've already lost face, so what if we lose even more!"
The Wan Renshan remains silent.
Wenren Nian became even more anxious. "Don't be reckless! He really does have a touch of evil in him!"
However, Wan Renshan simply brushed away the hand that was gripping him, took out a straw rope from his pocket, casually grabbed a handful of his messy hair, tied it behind his head, and went on stage looking extremely unkempt.
Judging from the tattered clothes hanging on his body, those who knew him would recognize him as the second saint of the Primordial Holy Heaven, while those who didn't would mistake him for a beggar from the mortal realm who had wandered into this world.
Wan Renshan didn't care at all about the way others were looking at him.
He raised his eyes slightly, meeting the gloom, and spoke softly.
" The Primordial Holy Heaven, Wan Renshan, please enlighten me."