Zuo Lü skillfully kicked his opponent off the stage with a backhand and declared his victory.
One move... resolved!
"Who else wants to challenge ? I'm set on this spot!"
Zuo Lü spoke, his tone unusually arrogant as he provocatively looked toward the crowd below.
For a mont, the audience was sowhat intimidated.
There weren't many eyeing the prize for the tenth place to begin with, and now with Zuo Lü's strong declaration, those who were still considering it began to waver.
After waiting a while, no one dared to challenge Zuo Lü on stage.
Others, seeing Zuo Lü's strong moves, were also secretly gauging the strength gap, not daring to act rashly.
As ti ticked by, others in lower rankings continuously faced challenges, with the Defender changing several tis.
Yet, no one challenged Zuo Lü.
Is this possible?
Soone in the crowd thought.
Suddenly, they leapt up and jumped to the ninth-ranked challenger.
"This spot, I'll take it."
Then there was a flurry of sword movents.
It seed that guy had been coveting the ninth rank for a long ti; his movents were all targeted at the Defender, as if he had studied his moves thoroughly from below, having figured out the opponent's techniques.
Thus, within a few moves, he successfully took down the Defender and beca the new ninth-ranked Defender.
"Anyone else dissatisfied, co challenge !"
Turning around, he taunted the crowd below.
However...
"I'll take you on!"
"Let at it!"
"Quite arrogant! I'll test what you're made of!"
The response from below was endless.
That directly dumbfounded him.
He turned his head in disbelief towards the comfortably seated Zuo Lü, wondering why his situation was different.
Fang Yu thought to himself: Of course, it's different.
Zuo Lü had accumulated quite a reputation at the second arena, his strength genuinely demonstrated.
Who is this guy, nobody knows him, suddenly popping up wanting to claim the ninth rank's prize, why would anyone care?
Sure enough, one challenger after another quickly knocked him off the stage.
However, his fall off the stage also brought challengers to Zuo Lü.
Unlike his previous restraint, Zuo Lü t the challengers with Thunder-like moves, swiftly dispatching them off the stage.
This clean and crisp fighting style even made Hei Ao itch to jump into the fray.
If it was not for the rank he was aiming for, he would have already confronted Zuo Lü.
"What a pity..."
He reluctantly withdrew his gaze, then set his sights on the third-ranked individual he had been eyeing for a long while.
Just then, a challenger stepped onto the stage.
This challenger, to Fang Yu's surprise, was sowhat familiar.
It was the guy nad Cun Lixin.
He had previously competed with him at the second arena, and his swordsmanship was quite decent.
Moreover, he was also a strong competitor with 900 blood points.
Taking action at this ti, he must be very confident about securing a ranking.
Indeed, as Cun Lixin repeatedly struck with his sword, he quickly inflicted a few wounds on his opponent, forcing the man to concede defeat and jump off the stage.
The third-ranked Defender changed hands.
Cun Lixin really had so skill, as he had said before, he didn't exert all his efforts when fighting with himself.
Seemingly feeling Fang Yu's gaze from below, Cun Lixin suddenly looked towards Fang Yu, his eyes full of provocation.
"Kid, want to co up and fight again? This ti, I'll show you my true level of Sword Dao!"
He was full of confidence.
But such provocation was aningless to Fang Yu.
He was only interested in the Talisman of Malevolence Dispelling, anything else would have to happen as fate willed.
However, Fang Yu did not respond, but Hei Ao beside him raised an eyebrow.
"What big talk!"
Hei Ao was already eager to fight, ready to step in at any mont.
Now provoked, he simply couldn't wait any longer and decisively leapt onto the stage.
The challenge was against Cun Lixin, the third-ranked position.
Fang Yu thought, the provocation was aid at him, why the hurry from him?
But Hei Ao really couldn't hold back anymore.
Watching everyone else fighting heatedly, his patience had reached its limit.
Once on the stage, his hands imdiately transford into black claws, rushing toward Cun Lixin.
"You? Black Dragon, are you intervening for him?"
Cun Lixin squinted, apparently recognizing the relationship between Fang Yu and Hei Ao, haughtily flicked his sword.
"Co, let beat you to the ground first, then let that kid co up to die."
The sword danced, and shadows of the sword connected continuously.
As Hei Ao approached Cun Lixin, the sword shadows ford a dense net.
But...
"Break for ... BREAK!"
With Hei Ao spreading his black claws outward, with a couple of clanging sounds, the net of sword shadows was directly shattered, and Cun Lixin staggered back two steps, looking at Hei Ao in shock and disbelief.
His hand was trembling, appearing to have received a hidden injury; his profound and mysterious swordsmanship suddenly couldn't be executed, and he was closely suppressed by Hei Ao, and soon after, his chest was torn open by a claw, leaving a wound before he was sent flying out of the arena.
"Is that all?"
Hei Ao looked down on Cun Lixin disdainfully, seemingly still not satisfied, then his gaze turned towards Fang Yu.
Fang Yu rolled his eyes.
Why look at , I still need to cover for you.
If you are knocked out, I still need to go up and get the reward.
If I go up now and knock you down, what if you get upset and don't exchange the Talisman of Malevolence Dispelling for ?
Fang Yu decisively ignored him, yet Hei Ao continued to throw him aningful glances.
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