The kind of pain Lin Chen felt lasted for about ten minutes before it dissipated.
"How about it, did you remember anything?" Zhao Xiaohua asked.
Lin Chen shook his head, "No, those fragments are all very vague. I only saw a guy who looks a lot like me."
"Let's take it slow, I feel like we're getting closer to the truth!" Zhao Xiaowen sighed.
The competition officially began the next day. The competition arena was divided into eight zones, each guarded by one of the top eight contenders, while the ninth and tenth places were randomly assigned to other groups, which essentially meant a death group.
There was excitement and anticipation on the faces of the thirty-two martial artists surrounding the arena.
At that moment, the Taoist of the Void stepped onto the stage to announce the rules.
