When the strong joined forces, very few could stand against them.
At that mont, the man originally ranked fifty-sixth, along with his two teammates ranked in the seventies, had just defeated three teams in a row.
"That’s a three-win streak. One more, and we’ll make it four," the man said, looking at his two companions.
Then, they spotted another group of three.
’There’s even soone at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt?’
’Aren’t they just here to give us free points?’
"A gift from Mother Nature," the man mused with a slight smile. Without a mont’s hesitation, he launched an Attack.
He thrust out a palm, and a golden light blossod.
BOOM!
’A team with soone at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt can’t possibly block that strike,’ he thought.
But as the force of the blow dissipated, his opponents were still standing right where they were.
In fact, one of them was now right in front of him.
In a flash of panic, he instantly vanished using the Cyan Smoke lody.
"Don’t let your guard down! This Foundation Establishnt Perfection guy is sothing else," he imdiately warned his two teammates.
Then he resud his assault.
The three of them surrounded and attacked their opponent.
His opponent’s movents were minimal, yet he evaded all their attacks, occasionally neutralizing a blow with a casual palm strike.
’Fortunately, he doesn’t seem capable of counter-attacking.’
They coordinated their moves, activating their True Martial Skill. ’He’s struggling so much just to defend,’ they thought, ’he definitely can’t activate his own.’
However...
The instant one of them activated it, their opponent activated his True Martial Skill as well.
’At least he still can’t break through our encirclent.’
’The advantage is still ours.’
However...
No matter how they attacked after that, their opponent blocked every single blow.
’The Celestial Heart Seal?’
But they weren’t worried. Even the Celestial Heart Seal had its limits. ’Our rankings are definitely higher than his. We can wear him down completely.’
After nearly the ti it took for an incense stick to burn, they could barely maintain their True Martial Skill, yet their opponent was still standing firm.
"Losing steam already?" Jiang Man asked.
Against such strong opponents, he had no intention of defeating them with his full strength.
’I need to use their power to force my own to fuse.’
"Who are you?" the man asked.
Jiang Man told him the truth.
The match ended in a draw.
It was just a draw, so they didn’t think much of it.
But out of curiosity, they used their Spiritual Source to check the rankings.
Their team had been in the top thirty.
But when they checked, they were stunned.
They had dropped all the way to fiftieth.
Why?
Logically, a draw shouldn’t have affected their ranking so much.
"He said his na was Jiang Man. Could he be the one from the Seventh Courtyard? The one at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt is from the Third Courtyard, and the other must be from the Second Courtyard. And the three of us are from the First Courtyard," another man said slowly. "Because we drew with a team from lower-ranked courtyards, we lost a lot of points."
The three of them were speechless. "..."
’How is this a draw? This is clearly a defeat!’
’How could we be so unlucky to run into this guy?’
After them, the number of people who suffered the sa fate slowly grew.
Every one of them was absolutely furious.
This guy using the Celestial Heart Seal was just obnoxious.
How was it possible that they couldn’t wear him down?
He’d clearly entered the power fusion stage, so why not fight fair and square?
They wouldn’t have complained if they had lost, but he insisted on dragging things out until the ti limit.
Using his lower-ranked courtyard status to secure a win through a draw.
It was a complete insult.
Jiang Man, for his part, was completely unaware of this.
After his first battle, Jiang Man encountered many powerful opponents.
He had no choice but to use the Celestial Heart Seal.
He also discovered that with each battle, the fusion of his powers accelerated.
After twelve battles, his power fusion had reached twenty percent.
If he could endure another thirty-six battles, he could get the fusion to fifty percent.
At fifty percent, he would have a shot at breaking into the top ten.
However, the rapid pace of the matches was starting to wear him out.
’I’m afraid I won’t last that long.’
After only a brief rest, his thirteenth battle began.
This ti, his opponents were two won and a man.
The mont she saw them, Zhuo Ling looked a little surprised.
’So we finally ran into them.’
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