The Colosseum was currently bustling with cultivators. In the spectator arena, each place would be filled by a group from the outside belonging to the Clans in the Yin Kingdom.
And in three different places, there are special places, and those three places are where the Three Princes are.
Because the Colosseum was huge, it could accommodate an audience of tens of thousands of cultivators.
On the other hand, at this time, Wang Han led Lin Xian to where the participants were. Upon reaching the location, many pairs of eyes looked at Lin Xian in disbelief because, this time, a youngster who had almost reached the age of 18 was about to join the fight.
Because usually, the fight is only followed by young people aged 20 years and over.
"This is your identity token. You will be summoned according to this serial number when it's your turn to fight. Remember, you who don't have a Clan will be the challenger to the fighters from the three princely factions. Normally no one would reach the top of the battle because of a cultivator like you. Will be pushed aside by all of them so that the ones fighting to show the main battle will be from the Three Princes' Stronghold."
"Therefore, if you can win the battle continuously, it will attract the attention of the Three Princes. Once you can do that, they will recruit you into the army. when I agreed to let you in because I don't even know what he's thinking right now." Wang Han explained while passing the participant token to Lin Xian.
"OK." Lin Xian nodded slightly.
Because Lin Xian already understood, Wang Han immediately left the place where Tang Ji was to watch together.
Lin Xian entered a very wide area, and at the end of the place, a passage led to where the match arena was.
"Hey, what are you doing here? This is not the place to be playing games!" A young man past the age of 22 spoke harshly to Lin Xian.
"Mind your own business!" Reply
Lin Xian glanced at the cultivator.
"Hmm! Looks like you have a lot of courage! Fine, pray not to run into me in the Arena; I will break all your bones!" Said the cultivator while licking his lips like a psychopath.
Lin Xian only glanced at the cultivator, "With only a Ninth Stage Spirit Realm cultivation level, are you threatening me? Look, pray not to meet me; you will feel what it is like to enter the abyss of hell!" In his mind, he immediately sat down in the corner of the room close to the road leading to the Arena without caring about all the cultivators' stares directed at him.
It was almost noon, and the time had come.
"The first battle is a group battle; four people will fight simultaneously. Many other participants will challenge this winner according to the serial number; you can withdraw if you feel it is impossible to win. This is a battle for survival, to be the winner, you must defeat all challengers. All participants' target is ten consecutive wins. Please note, the first battle will result in the winner having a three-win streak due to defeating three cultivators." A middle-aged man said as he held up all the participant lists.
The participants only gave a small nod, as the Battle Arena was conducted that way more often than not.
"First battle! Three cultivators from the Prince's Camp and one cultivator who doesn't belong!" shouted the middle-aged man while reading out the participant's number.
Lin Xian looked at his number; it wasn't his turn. Also, it seemed he would fight after someone won 10 battles because Wang Han said he would be fighting a cultivator whose cultivation level was not far from his.
The four participants immediately walked toward the Arena while staring at their three opponents.
Lin Xian was relaxing as usual because it wasn't his turn to fight yet.
Not long after, intense fighting rang out, and the crowd's cheers sounded boisterous.
Several cultivators who participated watched the match to find the enemy's weaknesses if they were to challenge the winner later.
"Wooaaaa!"
The fight was stopped, and the audience screamed because the winner had been found for the first round.
After that, cultivators, one by one, were summoned to the Arena to challenge the winner.
Lin Xian just waited from time to time for his turn to come.
Half an hour later, the previous middle-aged man called out to the next participant.
pαndα---noνɐ1,сoМ "Number 99, Lin Xian! You will be the Final Challenger for the winner with nine consecutive wins!" shouted the middle-aged man.
Lin Xian raised his eyebrows because he didn't expect to become the Final Challenger; it seemed that someone had planned it so that even one of the Prince's sides would become the first victor.
Lin Xian slowly stood up and walked towards the Arena, being watched by all the cultivators. The cultivators also understood that one of the Princes had cheated so that his subordinates would win in the first round.
Lin Xian had also predicted it, but he didn't care.
"It seems that today, your unlucky day, son!" Said the cultivator who had threatened Lin Xian earlier.
But Lin Xian ignored the idiot and drew closer towards the middle-aged man who had called out to him.
"Are you sure you'll be the challenger and not back down?" asked the middle-aged man since all this was premeditated. Even if Lin Xian didn't back down, they felt that there was no way Lin Xian would win the fight.
"I will try." Lin Xian said and passed the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man didn't comment and let Lin Xian into the Arena.
When Lin Xian appeared, the audience fell silent because, this time, the participant to challenge was a young man.
"What's going on? Why is the Final Challenger even a young person?"
"Tch! Looks like that young man will win easily."
The audience's discussion broke out when they saw Lin Xian's presence, who only wore a slightly lazy face.
Meanwhile, Wang Han wore a dark face and glanced towards a certain place where the First Prince was.
Even Tang Ji, Tang Kong, and Tang Kuan were also surprised that Lin Xian would compete against a cultivator who had won 9 times in a row. The three of them understood that the First Prince had committed fraud.
"The tenth challenger, named Lin Xian! He will try his luck against the defending champion with nine consecutive wins, Yin San!" Someone shouted from a fairly high place.
There were no cheers from the audience because they felt the battle would end soon. Meanwhile, the First Prince, staring at that, also smiled broadly.
However, on the other side, someone was dumbfounded at Lin Xian's presence in the Arena.
"Little Xian'er, I didn't expect we would meet again so soon!"
