"Senior Brother Zhao truly keeps his word. I'm impressed!"
Tong Mu praised, giving him a thumbs-up.
"Of course! If they allowed martial arts, Senior Brother Zhao could have swept all three championships by himself."
Zhu Cong puffed out his chest and deliberately spoke loudly, looking as if the honor were his own.
With Tong Mu winning one match and Zhao Lin winning two, their small group of four was suddenly the center of attention.
The magic-dueling meet officially began shortly after.
Nearly a hundred disciples were participating in the duels. Since holding one match at a time would be too slow, two arenas, each fifty zhang long and wide, were marked out for the competition.
Normally, the dueling grounds for Qi Refining Realm cultivators were over a hundred zhang, but since most disciples were in Early-stage Qi Refining and their attack range was only twenty to thirty zhang, a fifty-zhang square arena was sufficient.
