Those who entered the top ten would at least be qualified to stay in the Dao Comprehension Ground for a month. Therefore, at this moment, many pairs of blazing eyes were focused on the ten figures on the plaza.
Although it was a little exaggerated that a day in the Dao Comprehension Ground could be compared to a year in the outside world, it undoubtedly showed how extraordinary the Dao Comprehension Ground was. It couldn't be compared to the outside world.
It was said that the Dao Comprehension Ground was built by the three Divine Masters of the Human Race. The 'Dao' that existed in it was thousands of times clearer than the outside world, which was why it had such a heaven-defying effect.
At this moment, the ten people all had the qualifications to enter the Dao Comprehension Ground. Furthermore, the champion would be able to stay for as long as a year.
A year could change many things. There was once a champion who rose from the Second Order of the Mortal Saint Realm to the Sixth Order of the Mortal Saint Realm in a year. Such a speed couldn't be described as not terrifying. It was enough to show that the Dao Comprehension Ground was a divine land for cultivation. Furthermore, a year would allow the champion to widen the gap between him and his peers.
"The top ten have been decided. Now, let's enter the finals."
The white-haired elder swept his gaze across the plaza as he transmitted his voice once again.
The finals would be decided by drawing lots. After the top five were decided, another person would be chosen by drawing lots. It would be three against three, and the winner would enter the top three.
The top three would fight two rounds, and the winner of two rounds would be the champion.
"Brat, wake up."
Feng Hao, who was immersed in his training, was rudely awakened by Elder Fen.
"What's wrong?"
He opened his eyes, which were filled with confusion. Looking around, he discovered that the stage was empty. Yan Qing and the rest were standing in front of a cardboard box below the stage, each holding a ball of paper in their hands. Furthermore, all of them were looking at him in astonishment.
"Uh …"
Feng Hao's face stiffened, but he soon reacted. His feet moved and he appeared in front of the cardboard box. He extended his hand into the box and felt around, only to discover that there was only a ball of paper left. Thus, he took it out.
"Number nine."
When he opened the ball of paper, he discovered that there were two words written on it.
"Brother Hao, what's your number?"
Yan Qing and Joan Of Arc leaned over.
"Here."
Feng Hao handed the paper to them.
"Number Nine, thank goodness you didn't bump into me."
After reading it, Joan Of Arc gently patted her towering chest and let out a sigh of relief. Her cute look made Feng Hao protect her carefully, as if he didn't want others to see her cute side.
Yan Qing heaved a sigh of relief.
As long as it wasn't Feng Hao, she was confident that she could win, no matter who it was.
"Brother Hao, what happened to you just now?"
Joan Of Arc shyly pushed him away. Her pretty face was a little red as she raised her head and asked him.
"Oh, it's a small matter."
The corners of Feng Hao's mouth curled up as a glint flashed across his eyes.
Just now, he had concentrated on practicing the Vast Space Heaven Disintegration. Although he hadn't used it in practice, he could already perform it in his brain.
"The lots have been drawn. Now, let me tell you the rules."
After the white-haired, youthful-faced old man swept a glance at Fenghao, he began to explain the rules in detail. "Odd numbers against even numbers, number one against number two, number three against number four, and so on …"
"Now, number one and number two come to the stage."
Swoosh, swoosh.
As his voice fell, Leng Yu Sen and Leng Heng leaped into the arena.
Instantly, as soon as they saw Leng Yu Sen, Leng Heng's face turned pale. In the end, the two didn't even fight. Leng Heng directly admitted defeat. He stood there in frustration, not saying a word.
He had the Nine Serenities Divine Body, which was extraordinary. However, how could he be a match for the Supreme Nether King Body in front of him?
Therefore, he directly admitted defeat, not wanting to offend Leng Yu Sen.
Then, it was Number Three and Number Four.
Number Three was Joan Of Arc, and the other was from Shura Manor.
"Be careful. If you can't do it, admit defeat."
Feng Hao cautiously instructed her, for fear that she would be injured.
"I know, Brother Hao. Don't worry."
Joan Of Arc smiled sweetly. Like a fairy from the Nine Heavens, her dress fluttered in the wind as she floated into the arena, leaving behind a stunning silhouette.
Both of them were First Stage Mortal Saints. That person's blood energy was extraordinary. Once he used it, the entire arena was shrouded in a bloody light, like a sea of blood. Joan Of Arc naturally didn't want to be outdone. She used all her strength to activate the Spiritual Force of Heaven and Earth to strengthen herself and suppress her opponent. Unexpectedly, they were on equal footing.
…
"Phew, …"
Seeing that Joan Of Arc was able to handle it, Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief. He was multitasking, practicing in his brain while watching the changes in the arena.
Without a doubt, Joan Of Arc was able to be so strong and deal with it with such maturity. This was the result of Liu Canyan's training.
He suddenly realized that he had made the right choice in choosing this mentor.
However, Joan Of Arc still lost. This was after the Asura Manor's disciple held back, and she only managed to hold on for close to an hour.
After all, although the Nine Heavens Profound Spiritual Physique was powerful, it was not known for its offensive capabilities. Although her offensive capabilities were extraordinary, that Asura Manor student's strength was not inferior to the Nine Nether Physique's Leng Heng. Naturally, he could defeat her.
"Brother Hao …"
Joan Of Arc's face was full of dejection as she walked over.
"Alright, alright."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Feng Hao couldn't be too intimate. He merely comforted her and cupped his hands at the Asura Manor's disciple. "Brother, thank you for holding back."
"Mm."
The Asura Manor's disciple was startled. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. Soon after, he cupped his hands and returned to his camp without saying a word.
"Number five and six, go up."
The white-haired elder's expression didn't change. It was as if he had already expected the outcome. He spoke again.
Number five was Samsara. Number six … was the remnant shadow.
This was an extremely thrilling battle. Only the remnant shadow stood in the arena. Samsara was nowhere to be seen.
He had already turned into a gust of wind and blended into the air. He was formless and colorless, and there wasn't even the slightest fluctuation. Even if the remnant shadow drowned the entire arena with blood energy, there wasn't the slightest bit of movement in the blood energy. It was as if Samsara was no longer in the arena.
The Immortal Exterminator Residence's advantage was fully displayed. Everyone was shocked. It was impossible to defend against such a killing technique.
In fact, it was very unfair to Samsara. It was also unfair to the Asura Manor's disciples.
If it was in the outside world, the Asura Manor's disciples would definitely have the chance to turn the tables and win. However, the arena restricted them. Moreover, it wasn't considered a sneak attack.
[It's six o 'clock. I'm trash. I've only written one chapter in six hours. Sigh. I apologize.]
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