Below the arena, Hong Zhentian, who had walked down from the stage, was naturally flattered by the Foreign Tribes. Hong Zhentian was also shouting smugly.
"That kid is lucky this time. Killing is not allowed in the arena. Otherwise, he would be dead!"
Hong Zhentian boasted to the Foreign Tribes beside him.
"Senior Brother Hong is amazing. I reckon that human won't be arrogant for long. He will be killed by Senior Brother sooner or later!"
Immediately, someone started flattering Hong Zhentian.
The Human Tribe was silent. After all, Ou Shaotian had lost.
However, someone quickly cheered up.
"Cheer up. Why are all of you pulling a long face? No matter what, Senior Brother Shaotian is on the True Disciple List. Moreover, he only lost because of his Dharma treasure."
"That's right. If the opponent did not use a needle Precious Weapon to launch a sneak attack, I'm afraid he would not be a match for Senior Brother Shaotian. It was an unfair victory!"
"That's right. It's not the first time these Foreign Tribes are shameless. When did they not rely on their Dharma treasure to win?"
"Well said!"
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The discussion of the Human Race was not concealed at all. Naturally, it reached Hong Zhentian's ears, which made him very unhappy.
However, what could he do? He did rely on his Dharma treasure to win!
Hong Zhentian was depressed. He could only hide in the rest tent of the participants. Out of sight, out of mind.
When the other Foreign Tribes saw him leave, they looked at each other.
Of course, every tent was supported by an array. The injured received better treatment. The moment Ou Shaotian entered, he felt the rich and pure Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth.
Here, he could quickly recover from his injuries and would not delay the upcoming battles.
After more than half an hour, Ou Shaotian's injuries were completely healed. Next, he just had to wait for the next battle.
After his injuries were healed, Ou Shaotian walked out of the tent to watch the battles.
At this moment, the battles in the arena were very intense. Other than the top ten who had not yet entered the arena, the rest had already entered the arena.
Xuanyuan Zhantian of the Human Tribe happened to be in the arena.
He held a long sword and was suppressing his opponent. The Precious Weapon in his hand was a powerful Level 9 Precious Weapon. It looked grand and imposing.
His every move was filled with the domineering aura of an emperor.
His opponent was an outsider ranked 20th on the True Legacy Ranking. The Ancient Formation Spirit had matched him with an opponent based on his battle prowess.
"Damn it! You actually got a ninth-tier Precious Weapon! Damn it!"
That foreign race member was filled with unwillingness. In the end, he was sent flying by Xuanyuan Zhantian's sword.
Level 9 Precious Weapons were not as common as cabbages. Even among the 100,000 Archean True Disciples, only the top ten of the True Disciple List possessed Level 9 Precious Weapons.
Xuanyuan Zhantian possessed a Rank 9 Cosmic Artifact and possessed the combat strength to enter the top ten.
Therefore, at this moment, it wasn't just the foreign race being who was feeling indignant. The direct disciples in the top ten were also feeling a little nervous.
[Stage 7, Xuanyuan Zhantian of the Human Race wins!]
After the battle ended and the Immemorial Array Spirit announced the result, Xuanyuan Zhantian walked down from the arena.
After leaving the arena, Xuanyuan Zhantian walked over to Ou Shaotian, who was not far away. He said happily, "Brother Shaotian, how are your injuries?"
"They're all healed. I'm just waiting for the next round!"
Ou Shaotian said with a smile.
"Well, don't be careless this time. If you hadn't been careless when you fought against Hong Zhentian, you still had a chance to win!"
Xuanyuan Zhantian reminded.
He had also seen Ou Shaotian's previous battle. If he hadn't been careless and been ambushed, Ou Shaotian would have had a chance to win.
"Well, I'll do my best this time. I won't be careless again!"
Ou Shaotian nodded.
Then, Xuanyuan Zhantian took the initiative to introduce Feng Xiaoxiao's situation.
As a famous beauty on the True Disciple List, Feng Xiaoxiao had attracted a lot of attention. Therefore, many of her secrets were exposed to the public.
Everyone knew her quite well.
Feng Xiaoxiao was from the Wind Race. She was born with Wind Mystique and was extremely fast. She was also good at wind blade attacks. Not only was her life-saving ability strong, but her combat strength was also not weak.
Feng Xiaoxiao's weakness was that her cultivation of the Immemorial God Body was a little weak. She had only cultivated to the Third Transformation and had not even reached the Fourth Transformation.
After hearing Xuanyuan Zhantian's analysis, Ou Shaotian had a vague idea.
Soon, it was his turn to fight.
[Arena No. 10, Human Race's True Disciple Ou Shaotian versus the Wind Race's True Disciple Feng Xiaoxiao. Please enter the arena within three minutes. Those who are late will be deemed to have lost.]
As a participant, not only did he hear the voice of the Immemorial Array Spirit, but his True Disciple Token also issued a notification.
Ou Shaotian's figure flashed and arrived at arena No. 10 once again.
A beautiful white figure flashed, and the beautiful Feng Xiaoxiao also appeared in front of Ou Shaotian. She looked so pitiful that it could move one's heart.
However, if anyone dared to be careless, they would definitely lose miserably.
"Hello, handsome young man from the human race. Please show mercy later!"
Feng Xiaoxiao said with a bright smile.
If it were someone else who had tender feelings for the fairer sex, they would have held back subconsciously. However, Ou Shaotian would not.
"Senior Sister Feng, I'm sorry!"
As soon as Ou Shaotian finished his sentence, his figure disappeared from the spot. He activated his Explosive Steps and appeared in front of Feng Xiaoxiao as though he had teleported.
Boom!
Ou Shaotian's fist landed on Feng Xiaoxiao's stomach and sent her flying.
"Ah …"
The careless Feng Xiaoxiao let out a cry of pain.
"F * ck, is Ou Shaotian a man? How could he sneak an attack on such a beautiful lady? Is he a man of steel?"
Below the arena, countless people were dumbfounded, including those from the Human Race.
"Indeed, there are no good men!"
On the spectator stand, Bi Luoxia shook her head and said.
As a woman, she naturally stood on Feng Xiaoxiao's side. There was no reason to reason with her!
On the other hand, Sect Leader Yang Yaori was very impressed.
"Junior Sister, what you're saying is a partial generalization!"
Although he admired Ou Shaotian, he did not dare to praise Ou Shaotian at this moment. He could only smile bitterly.
In the arena, Ou Shaotian, who had gained the upper hand in one move, followed up with another attack. He placed his saber on Feng Xiaoxiao's snow-white neck.
"Senior Sister Feng, I'm sorry. You're too fast. I'm no match for you, so I had to sneak up on you!"
Ou Shaotian said with an apologetic look on his face.
"You're too much of a bully!"
Feng Xiaoxiao felt like crying, but no tears came out. The throbbing pain in her stomach reminded her of the feeling of menstruation.
She blushed and did not have the mood to continue the fight.
"I admit defeat. Hurry up and put your saber away!"
Feng Xiaoxiao said impatiently.
This was the first time she had seen such a man of steel. Otherwise, she would not have been caught off guard.
This was simply too unexpected!
"Thank you for letting me win!"
Ou Shaotian cupped his fists and put his saber away.
[Arena No. 10, Direct Disciple of the Human Race, Ou Shaotian wins!]
After Feng Xiaoxiao admitted defeat, the Array Spirit of the Primordial God Array announced the result. However, there was an uproar below the arena.
"F * ck, Ou Shaotian is too shameless. How could he sneak up on my goddess? What an unfair victory!"
"That's right, he's too despicable!"
"My goddess actually lost like this. It's too unfair. This Ou Shaotian is not a man at all!"
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Seeing that Feng Xiaoxiao was forced to admit defeat, many of the foreign races could not help but cry out.