"Boom!"
With a flurry of petals dispersing, the young man's body was sent flying backwards.
"I lost..."
At the edge of the platform, the young man struggled to stand, a bitter smile lingering on his lips.
There was a line at the edge of the platform. Cross that line, and you lose. He had lost.
Unexpectedly, his defeat was so swift and decisive.
No wonder he was a forthright spiritual cultivator - he sighed inwardly.
On another platform.
Lin Mengmeng was also engaged in battle with an opponent.
She quickly defeated her opponent, securing a continuous victory.
"I'm going in myself."
Having watched fights of Xia Qingqing, Lin Mengmeng, and others, Lin Yun looked up, gazing at a distant platform, and made his decision.
"Rest assured, Brother Lin, let me take care of things here." said Xiao Chong.
Whoosh!
With a step, Lin Yun was instantly on the platform.
His opponent on this platform was a formidable fighter with a streak of nine consecutive victories.
