Chapter 572 - 562: I’ll Take This Match (2)

Chapter 572: Chapter 562: I’ll Take This Match (2)

"Next!"

The indifferent voice echoed from the screen, so arrogant and mocking it made the students of the White Camp’s skin crawl. But now, they no longer had the gall to taunt him back. They could only glare at Mu Chen on the screen with murderous intent. They wanted to go up and challenge him, but even Mo Wen, an Eighth Ring Peak Martial Emperor, had been defeated. Naturally, the White Camp students below the Nine-Ring Emperor Realm weren’t foolish enough to run up just to get beaten and hand over their Cultivation Resources.

’Heh, my luck isn’t bad at all.’

A White Camp student sitting in a corner leaned back in his seat. He watched the arrogant figure in black on the screen, a faint smile touching the corners of his lips beneath his mask.

Fang Bin had been stuck at the bottleneck of the Nine-Ring Martial Emperor Peak for a month, but just this morning, the faintest hint of a breakthrough had suddenly come to him. Yet when he rose to seize that opportunity, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t quite take hold of it.

The situation was rather frustrating, but he also knew that when it came to breakthroughs, the more one fixated on it and anticipated it, the further the opportunity would slip away. So, before the feeling faded completely, Fang Bin made a wise decision: he went out for a walk.

He emptied his mind and let his instincts guide his steps. With no destination or direction, his only thought was how to get closer to that elusive breakthrough. This went on for over an hour. When he finally came back to his senses, he was surprised to find he had stopped just outside the second-level arena.

Gazing at the sign that exuded a grim, murderous aura, Fang Bin couldn’t help but smile faintly. It had been a long time since he’d reached the Nine-Ring Emperor Realm Peak, and he hadn’t been here in ages. Even in the past, he rarely came here outside of camp battles. He simply couldn’t find any thrill or excitement. As for the guys in the Black Camp, there was no one left worth his time, and he himself would soon be moving on from this place.

Still, it was a place he’d once spent time in. Deciding to go inside for a casual look, he stumbled upon something quite interesting, much to his surprise.

And that interesting something was being displayed on the screen right now. ’Perhaps he’s worthy of a fight with me!’

Time ticked by, and still, no one dared to step up and issue a challenge. According to the rules Yu Lan had announced, the tally board beside the arena now showed an accumulation of two hundred and seventy days’ worth of Cultivation Resources. Of course, aside from the fifteen days contributed by Mo Wen, not a single other person had stepped up to challenge. Time flew by. To the Black Camp’s surprise, they were already nearing the end of the second-to-last match, and still, no one had come forward. They began to wonder, ’Have the White Camp’s experts just not shown up today?’

Another ten seconds passed, and a reluctant Yu Lan once again announced Mu Chen’s successful defense. At last, the accumulated Cultivation Resources reached two hundred and eighty-five days. This number also signaled a significant milestone: this was the final match of the twenty-match defensive cycle!

At that moment, every student—whether from the Black Camp or the White Camp—perked up. The reaction from the White Camp was even more dramatic; nearly every student who had reached the level of a Ninth-Ring Martial Emperor shot to their feet. They knew this was the final battle. A victory meant a year’s worth of Cultivation Resources. A loss meant forfeiting a mere fifteen days. Even a fool could see the appeal.

However, just as everyone was about to surge toward the Teleportation Gate, a jade-green curtain of water erupted skyward with a ROAR, sealing off the White Camp’s entrance completely!

A casual, leisurely voice suddenly echoed throughout the entire arena...

"I’ll take this one. All of you, stand down..."