Xu Chuan arrived at the seventh group he had drawn.
There were fifty martial artists in total, all of them prodigies from various factions.
The young man who had sent his subordinate to assassinate Xu Chuan was among them.
He stared at Xu Chuan, then made a throat-slitting gesture, extremely arrogant.
It was clear he was declaring war on Xu Chuan.
In the Dao Discussion Assembly, once on the arena, life and death were disregarded. As long as one did not choose to surrender, the fight would continue until one party died.
This was a commonly accepted rule.
Every Dao Discussion Assembly had prodigies die on the arena.
Xu Chuan was somewhat baffled. What was this person's problem? Why was he being targeted everywhere he went?
With a flash of light in his eyes, the young man's information appeared before Xu Chuan.
[Name: Wang Lin]
[Realm: Samsara Realm Triple]
[Talent: Once in a Thousand Years]
[Destiny: Favored by the Beast God (Purple), Totem Shaman (Red), Ill-fated Star (White)]
[Divine Abilities: Beast Blood Boiling, Invoking the Gods]
[Life Script: Supporting Character Script, Useful Wherever Needed]
[Life Trajectory: Son of a shaman from the ancient Beast God tribe in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the next shaman. By burning his bloodline, he can invoke the Beast God to descend upon himself, unleashing power two realms higher than his own. His assassination attempt on Xu Chuan failed. He intends to kill Xu Chuan on the arena to avenge his clan brother Wang Teng, but is ultimately killed by Xu Chuan.]
[Opportunities: None]
[Favorability: -70 (Hates to the Bone)]
[Favored by the Beast God: Naturally favored by the Beast God worshipped by the Beast God tribe. His strength and luck double within the Beast God's domain.]
[Totem Shaman: A shaman by birth, with shamanic runes on his forehead, capable of using shamanic power to disrupt the enemy's mind.]
[Ill-fated Star: One tribulation in his life. If he passes it, he becomes a powerful figure for generations. If he fails, he dies and his Dao perishes.]
"Was the assassin from last night sent by him?"
Xu Chuan's brow furrowed as he discovered something extraordinary!
And he was the brother of the Wang Lin he had killed in the Golden Ancient Hall earlier?
No wonder he bore such malice and hatred towards him from the start.
A favorability of -70 was something Xu Chuan had never seen before.
Even Xiao Chen, whom he had encountered previously, only had -50 towards him.
It seemed this person could not be allowed to live!
Moreover, Wang Lin had sent someone to assassinate him last night.
He absolutely couldn't let him live!
Xu Chuan secretly harbored killing intent, preparing to find an opportunity on the arena to eliminate him!
On the other side.
As the elder from the Yellow Sand Holy Land, who was presiding over this group's matches, appeared on the arena.
It signified that the competition had officially begun.
As expected.
As soon as he appeared, he slowly spoke.
"First match: Luo Hao of the Azure Profound Sect versus Li Hang of the Silver Moon Holy Land!"
As his words fell.
Two martial artists of comparable strength, both at the Samsara Realm One, stepped forward.
These two were number one and number fifty in the seventh group respectively.
Clearly, the match order for this group was a one-to-one correspondence.
As these two walked onto the arena, the competition officially began at this moment!
Xu Chuan watched from the side.
Both the Azure Profound Sect and the Silver Moon Holy Land were at odds with him.
He had previously killed the young master and disciples of the Azure Profound Sect, and the Silver Moon Holy Land was an enemy of the Supreme One Holy Land.
Therefore, it didn't matter to him who won between these two.
Soon.
The victor was decided between the two.
At the same time, the exclamations of the surrounding martial artists reached Xu Chuan's ears.
"Luo Hao of the Azure Profound Sect is so powerful! His staff techniques are simply masterful!"
"Indeed, within the same realm, with just three strikes, he defeated Li Hang of the Silver Moon Holy Land!"
"As expected of a prodigy!"
The first match of the seventh group concluded with the victory of Luo Hao of the Azure Profound Sect.
Next came the second match, the third match, the fourth match...
Soon, it was Xu Chuan's turn.
However, his opponent was merely a martial artist at the Nirvana Realm Eight, who surrendered without even withstanding a single punch.
With Xu Chuan's victory, the first round of matches for the seventh group was also completed.
Only twenty-five people remained on the field.
Before the second round of matches began, there had to be a draw to assign opponents.
Fortunately, Xu Chuan drew a bye in this round and advanced to the next round of matches.
The martial artists preparing for the upcoming matches looked on with envy.
However, under the urging of the presiding elder, the competition officially commenced.
Boom!
Suddenly.
A thunderous sound echoed.
Xu Chuan turned his head to look.
It turned out that on the arena of the third group, Xiao Chen of the Heavenly Evolution Sect had directly sent a disciple of the Silver Moon Holy Land flying out of the arena with a single punch.
Leaving the arena meant losing the match.
"Heh, not even worth a single blow!"
"A guy who looks like a man-monster, and you call him a Holy Son? Are all the disciples of the Silver Moon Holy Land this weak?"
After winning, Xiao Chen disdainfully remarked.
He then walked off the arena with great arrogance.
This attitude naturally drew furious glares from the martial artists of the Silver Moon Holy Land, but they dared not make any move against him.
This was because even the Holy Son of the Silver Moon Holy Land, who was at the Samsara Realm Three, was no match for him.
"Xiao Chen of the Heavenly Evolution Sect wins."
The presiding elder of the third group slightly frowned at Xiao Chen's arrogant demeanor.
However, he didn't say much more, directly announcing the result.
On the other side, Cui Jiang, Lin Xiao, and Li Heng and Qian Ming also won their first matches.
It was considered relatively easy.
In contrast, on Xu Chuan's side.
The second round of matches was proceeding in full swing.
Soon, half an hour passed.
After Wang Lin defeated a disciple of the Yao Shan Sword Sect.
The second round of matches for the seventh group also concluded.
With the end of this match, only thirteen people remained on the field.
At this point, the elder of the Yellow Sand Holy Land announced a mid-competition break, with matches resuming after the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn.
Due to the two consecutive rounds of matches, the martial artists present were somewhat exhausted and needed to recover before facing the subsequent matches.
During this period, everyone began to recover diligently.
Only Xu Chuan looked around leisurely.
He had only participated in one match, and had a bye in another, so he had not expended much energy.
The time for one stick of incense to burn passed in a flash.
The draw for the third round of matches officially began.
Unexpectedly, Xu Chuan drew another bye in this round.
Two consecutive byes caused the martial artists present to become so envious that their eyes turned red.
They even began to speculate if Xu Chuan had some connection with the presiding elder.
Otherwise, why would he get a bye twice in a row?
Regarding this.
Xu Chuan stated it was all luck.
Since he had previously killed Xu Chen, the Son of Destiny, and plundered his luck, Xu Chuan found that his luck had become exceptionally good, many times better than before!
Everything he did became smooth.
Perhaps this was a manifestation of luck.
"Hmph, he's really got shit luck!"
"I don't believe you'll get a bye in the fourth round too!"
Wang Lin said with resentment.
Then, the twelve people began their matches.
The fewer the number of people, the faster the matches proceeded.
Not long after, another six people were eliminated.
Only seven people remained on the field!
Another round was needed to begin competing for the top two spots and advance to the next stage of the competition.
The draw began again.
This time, Xu Chuan drew first.
The remaining six people stared intently at him, fearing that he would draw another bye.
Fortunately, Xu Chuan did not get a bye this time.
The people present then breathed a sigh of relief.
Afterward.
The draw was completed.
This round, a martial artist named Qing Hong, who had a strength of Samsara Realm Two, drew a bye.