It was the freaking Divine Palm of the Buddha!
Jiang Feng was feeling quite shocked when he saw how Wanke had won.
He did not expect that there would be a Mysticism that was based on the Divine Palm of the Buddha.
While he could not help but complain deep down, at least he now knew one of Wanke's ultimate attacks. It was still something at least.
He guessed that the Divine Palm of the Buddha had to be at least a Low-Heaven Rank Mysticism, and power-wise, it was no weaker than his Xingyi Fist.
When the second round ended, there were still 24 people left on the battlefield.
Mainly because fifty of them went up to fight in a row, and some of the players had fought twice, that was why the number was so strange.
"All the best!" Ten minutes had passed and Xiran knew that it was Jiang Feng's turn. And so, she cheered him on.
Jiang Feng nodded and walked toward the arena.
