The hard ground shone with a cold, metallic luster. It was enclosed by an invisible boundary—an energy barrier—beyond which lay a boisterous virtual spectator space, where countless eyes were focused.
Sure enough, the moment Chu Feng, Nangong Xue, and the members of Li Wen's "third-party loose alliance" landed, a silent understanding was already in place. No signal was needed.
The three teams, in the very instant they landed, moved like three giant plows, sweeping toward the relatively weak or isolated contestants in the center of the arena.
Flashes of sabers and swords, glints of spears and the force of fists erupted in an instant.
The powerful auras of the prodigies collided, letting out a dull, thunderous roar.
Afterimages flickered as blood and streams of data light sprayed through the air.
"Teaming up? That's against the rules!"
"Dammit! This isn't fair!"
"Damn it, they planned this!"
