"Hmm," Lin Qian nodded slightly and then swam towards the arena space.
Watching Lin Qian swim towards the arena space, Zhang Zide’s expression darkened as he spoke, "Sha, I’ve heard a bit about this guy. He’s narrow-minded and likes to torture his opponents. In the first round, although his opponent was defeated in one move, his entire meridians were damaged, and his bones shattered. He won’t be able to recover for three or four years."
"Before the age of thirty, three to four years of cultivation time is extremely precious. To waste it like that," Li Yunfeng muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disgust as he stared at the young man who had entered the arena space.
"This might be troublesome," Zhang Wenxuan frowned as she looked at the arena space.
"Sister Wenxuan, is this Sha very powerful?" Seeing the situation, Ye Xin asked curiously.
Zhang Wenxuan turned towards Ye Xin with a grave expression and nodded solemnly, "Sister Ye, your man might be in big trouble. I’ve also heard of Sha’s notorious reputation."
"This Sha, hails from the Bloodthirsty Hall. The internal conflicts within this Human Clan faction are extremely brutal. Disciples of the Bloodthirsty Hall can kill each other without any restrictions. To stay safe, you have to showcase your talent and carve a bloody path for yourself."
"Only then will the Bloodthirsty Hall value your talent and take you into the inner hall."
"In the inner hall, although it’s not as filled with slaughter as the outer hall, death is still a common occurrence. The tasks assigned by the Bloodthirsty Hall to its disciples are highly dangerous. Any disciple who survives in such an environment inevitably turns into a lunatic."
"This Sha is one of the top ones and enjoys torturing his opponents. If he sees his enemy has good talent, he won’t kill them—instead, he intentionally torments both their body and mind, then cripples part of them."
"Cripples part of them?" Ye Xin wore a puzzled expression, clearly not understanding the meaning.
"It’s not just crippling your cultivation. For example, blinding both eyes or cutting off an arm, leaving the opponent to live in agony," Zhang Wenxuan explained with a look of disgust.
Ye Xin was also surprised, not expecting Sha’s character to be so vile.
"Sister Ye, aren’t you worried about Lin Qian?" At this moment, Zhang Wenxuan realized that Ye Xin’s face only showed surprise, without a hint of worry.
Ye Xin gently shook her head and looked at Lin Qian entering the arena space, "I believe in Little Qian. That Sha won’t be able to do anything to him."
"Brother Lin is indeed formidable, with a strong physique, but this Sha is no ordinary opponent. Even I would have trouble facing him," Li Yunfeng said from behind, shaking his head, his tone laced with concern.
Beside him, Zhang Zide nodded in agreement, "Indeed, among those participating in this clan meeting, Brother Li and I stand at the peak. Although it sounds arrogant, that’s the fact."
"Below us are the top competitors of this clan meeting, and Sha’s strength is likely second only to Brother Li and myself."
Despite their anxieties, Ye Xin’s gaze was filled with unwavering confidence in Lin Qian.
Because she believed that this Sha from the Bloodthirsty Hall was no match for her Little Qian.
Inside the watery realm of the arena, the female host looked at Lin Qian with a strange expression.
How unlucky was this Human Clan’s Lin Qian, to rise unexpectedly and seize victory in the first round, only to meet Sha in the second.
According to everyone’s estimates, Sha’s strength was probably ranked third among the clan meeting contestants, only behind Zhang Zide and Li Yunfeng.
"Lin Qian’s luck really is terrible," Zhang Tianxin chuckled as he gazed into the dueling space, and then glanced towards Zhou Yi An beside him.
But when his gaze landed on Zhou Yi An, he was stunned.
At that moment, Zhou Yi An was intently staring at Lin Qian within the dueling space, his full attention engaged, with Soul Power inside him seemingly poised and ready to strike at any moment.
This appearance of Zhou Yi An baffled Zhang Tianxin—why was he so tense?
"Brother Zhou, after you left yesterday, you seemed completely distracted. What exactly happened?" Zhang Tianxin couldn’t help but ask, prompted by Zhou Yi An’s odd demeanor.
Only then did Zhou Yi An snap out of it, waving his hand at Zhang Tianxin, "I fear I can’t explain it in detail to Brother Zhang, but I do need your help."
"Keep an eye on Lin Qian, make sure nothing happens to him!" Zhou Yi An’s tone, even carrying a hint of pleading, left Zhang Tianxin utterly astonished.
Even if Zhou Yi An admired Lin Qian, it shouldn’t be to this extent, right?
Even Yun Feng had never seen Zhang Tianxin this nervous.
"Since Brother Zhou has said so, it must be important." After finishing, confusion still lingered in Zhang Tianxin’s mind.
What exactly had happened after Zhou Yi An left yesterday that made him value Lin Qian so much?
After a while, Zhang Tianxin stopped pondering. Given the many years of friendship between him and Zhou Yi An, some things didn’t need to be questioned—his old friend certainly had his reasons for such sudden behavior.
In the dueling space, after the female host announced the start of the contest, she quickly swam up, leaving the dueling area.
The vast dueling waters held only two figures from the Human Clan.
Lin Qian, wearing a Soul Device for breathing underwater, continuously exhaled bubbles, while his opponent, enveloped in Soul Power, grimaced fiercely at him.
"Lin Qian, to have reached such a Realm at your age is commendable. Even more rare is the strength of your physical body, far surpassing other Soul Martial Artists of the same Realm," the young man floating opposite Lin Qian sneered.
Lin Qian did not respond, merely sizing up his opponent.
"Sha," true to his name, wore a blood-colored robe, his long hair floating messily in the water, his eyes harboring madness and a chilling murderous intent.
What caught Lin Qian’s attention was that the water around his opponent’s blood-colored robe faintly displayed a pale red tint.
"It seems, the rumor that the robe was originally white and turned blood-colored from all the people you’ve killed is true," Lin Qian suddenly remarked, looking at Sha’s blood-colored robe.
Sha stretched out his hands, grabbing his long hair, his blood-filled eyes glaring fixedly at Lin Qian, his crimson tongue licking his lips: "Hehe, another one with exceptional talent. Just let me cripple you."
"You pride yourself on physical strength? I’m going to crush your bones into dust, sever all your muscles."
"But before that, I need to cut off your tongue, otherwise, if you surrender, the fun ends, hahaha." Sha’s eyes bulged as if they might pop out of his sockets, his tongue licking his lips, and the water exploded behind him as he charged towards Lin Qian.