After the brutal defeat of the Lai clan, they took a drastic turn. The tournament became more fierce and brutal, everyone baring their fangs.
Nevertheless, the Bai clan and the Lei clan proved why they were the top-tier clan. Effortlessly, they defeated their opponent while the Radiant Sect had a free pass.
The Xue clan continued their winning streak, defeating their next opponent.
With each battle, the tension and excitement of the spectators had reached the crescendo. Each battle made their blood boil in excitement.
Each clan was given half an hour to rest before the third round began. At the Dust Valley Sect pavilion, Mo Jian was looking at the outer court disciples.
"Wang Jun, you will target their weakest disciple and defeat him as quickly as possible and help your fellow disciple," Mo Jian said seriously.
"If you can defeat your opponent without going all out, do it, and if not, go all out."
"Yes, Captain," the outer disciple responded in unison.
The inner disciples and core disciples looked at Mo Jian in a new light. Although they thought he was weak, his plan was solid.
Just then, they heard the sonorous voice of the judge. "Time’s up. The third round starts now."
This time around, the first battle was not the Dust Valley Sect. It was the Xue clan versus the Deng Clan.
Like the Xue clan, the Deng clan had shocked everyone. However, compared to the Xue clan defeating one of the top three clans, their wins were still acceptable.
Standing on the stage, the two clans looked at each other with strong fighting spirits as they couldn’t wait to start fighting.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Of course, the Xue. The Deng clan is nothing compared to those fast girls."
"I don’t agree. Don’t you see that the Deng clanmen were hiding their strength?"
"Nonsense! Who said the Xue clan is not hiding their strength?"
Quickly, the audience was divided into two sides. Some supported the Deng clan while the majority supported the biggest dark horse – the Xue clan.
While the audience was in hot debate, they heard the judge’s voice.
Instantly, the Xue clan disciple disappeared from their spot at dazzling speed. However, the Deng clan was already prepared, forming a tight defensive formation.
Watching their defensive formation, everyone agreed with their tactics. Against the swift Xue clanmen, blind attacks would only make you lose quickly.
But who would have expected the Xue clan to be prepared for such battling tactics?
In a couple of seconds, a barrage of attacks had landed on the Deng clanmen. Compared to their previous fighting styles, this was direct, going for a kill.
Overwhelmed on all sides, the Deng clan fell into a passive position.
Two disciples who failed to defend against Xue clan’s deadly daggers were cut on the chest, blood splashing out like a broken dam.
Seeing the situation was going from bad to worse, Deng Kun shouted.
"Abandon the formation. All attack!"
Like a ferocious beast, Deng Kun rushed and confronted two of Xue clan men in a head-on fight.
With his big hammer, he held his ground against them, taking off the pressure from his teammates.
Unfortunately, the Xue were not only strong but were also cunning.
They allowed Deng Kun, the strongest, to fight off two of their clan men, giving him false hope, only to realize it was a trap.
Before anyone could realize what was going on, the Xue clan had defeated four of the Deng clan, leaving only Deng Kun.
"W-What happened?" Deng Kun’s heart skipped a beat when he saw all his clansmen lying on the ground in a pool of blood.
"Nooooo!" he screamed, his face filled with unwillingness.
Unfortunately, against five deadly Xue clansmen, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.
When the audience heard the judge’s voice, they screamed in excitement. Everyone looked at the Xue clanmen in amazement.
"Do you see that? I told you, the Xue clan is more powerful than you imagine."
"En! Indeed! They’re powerful."
"How did they train such powerful girls?"
"Who cares? Now, the tournament is getting more interesting. With such a dark horse, can they make history, defeating all the powerful clans... And perhaps, the two sects?"
Such thoughts appeared in the mind of the spectators, and they couldn’t wait to see how everything unfolds.
With the Xue clan giving such a spectacular performance, everyone was looking forward to the next match.
As for the next match, it was the Bai clan vs the Mao clan.
Can the Mao clan perform a miracle like the Xue clan?
The audience’s heart pounded heavily with excitement, waiting eagerly for the match to start.
"Fight!" the judge shouted.
Under the signature move of the Bai clan ’One-Hundred Slice’, the Mao clan stood no chance.
Three Mao clan disciples were sent flying out of the stage, crashing to the arena and fainting.
Everyone sucked in a cold breath, disbelief marred their faces.
How could they defeat three of their disciples in a single strike?
Looking at the clansmen sent flying out of the stage, the two remaining Mao clansmen were stupefied. How is this possible?
This was a team battle. How could they lose just like that?
Various thoughts ran through their mind, leaving them confused.
Before the two Mao clan disciples could react, a powerful sword strike hit their chest, sending them to join their teammates.
Like that, the match came to an end.
Everyone looked at the proud Bai clan disciple and looked at the Mao clan disciples wailing in pain outside the stage and gasped.
"T-This... is insane!"
"I can’t believe a mortal rank warrior below stage-7 could have such power?!"
Gasps and shock filled, everyone looking at the Bai clan in amazement.
"Winner! Bai clan," the judge’s deep voice echoed throughout the coliseum.
Quickly, loud cheers reverberated in the arena, and many fans began to scream the Bai clan’s name.
Contrary to the cheers and excitement of the crowd, Mo Jian looked at Wang Jun. "Can you defend against that strike?"
A bittersweet smile appeared on Wang Jun’s face. "Young master, don’t look down on me. Although the One-Hundred Slice looks powerful, it is nothing. As long as someone avoids the first strike, defeating them will be easy."
When the inner and core disciples heard him, they nodded. This was the weakest of the One-Hundred Slice attack.
"You’re right," Mo Jian nodded.
Such a flashy move does not have a solid follow-up attack.
As they were discussing the Bai clan sword attack, the judge called the next team.
The Dust Valley Sect vs the Lei clan.
"Hahaha. This will be an exciting match."
Instantly, the arena was bustling with excitement. No one expected the first big match would be between the Dust Valley Sect and Lei clan.
Walking to the stage, the Lei clan disciples wore a solemn expression.
Even though they were considered part of the three top clans, compared to the Dust Valley Sect, they were nothing.
Standing on the stage, the two teams looked at each other.
The Dust Valley Sect disciples were calm, while the Lei clan disciples tried to mask their nervousness with stoic expressions.
"Fight!" the judge shouted.
Wang Jun disappeared from his spot at dazzling speed, impossible for the eyes to follow.
Two of the Lei clan disciples were sent flying out of the stage under Wang Jun’s terrifying punches.
They crashed heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood escaped from their mouths with their faces deformed.
Wang Jun’s decisive attack shocked the audience while the Lei clan stood frozen for a moment.
"Shameless!" Lei Yu shouted in fury.
How could the Dust Valley Sect play such underhanded tactics?
He had hoped to confront Wang Jun, but who would have expected he would target their weaker disciples?
"Fool!" Wang Jun grinned and rushed to join the battle.
With two disciples sent out of the stage, it was now five against three.
Lei Yu tried to defeat his opponent as quickly as possible, but he was stunned. The Dust Valley Sect disciple had a profound movement skill.
He moved back and forth, evading Lei Yu’s attacks while he countered every now and then.
Just as he prepared to use his ace attack, Wang Jun appeared behind and sent a powerful punch.
When Lei Yu realized Wang Jun appeared behind him, it was already too late, and he could only try to defend himself.
His right arm, which he used to defend against the attack, shattered and twisted at an impossible angle while retreating quickly.
He dropped his long sword with a pale face.
Before he could catch his breath, a powerful kick came from the side. The kick was swift and deadly.
How could he forget he was battling another Dust Valley Sect?
The kick connected with his chest, broke his ribs, sending him flying out of the stage.
Crashing out of the stage, Lei Yu puked a mouthful of blood, and his face turned white.
He raised his head and looked at Wang Jun and the second Dust Valley disciple hatefully before he fainted.