Such high-level duels among masters; just watching them allows you to learn a thing or two.

Especially observing Cang Bao’s moves.

One can see the essence of a life-or-death struggle in him.

"I can see clearly." Chen Yang nodded slightly.

"Who’s getting the upper hand now? The speed is too fast, I can’t see clearly." Ao Min asked anxiously.

"Hard to say, but currently Cang Bao has been on the offensive, and Zhao Tiangang is defending." Chen Yang replied.

"Cang Bao is really fierce, to be able to fight Zhao Tiangang like this, he has quite the strength." Ao Min exclaimed in wonder.

Though Cang Bao is quite old, he has spent much more time cultivating compared to Zhao Tiangang.

But to reach such a level at his age is already very impressive.

After all, not everyone can be a freak like Zhao Tiangang.

"He is impressive, but ultimately his fate is a loss." Chen Yang nodded in agreement and then said.

Cang Bao’s attack is fierce, but Chen Yang has already seen through it.

His skill is just about at that level.

Zhao Tiangang is different.

He’s consistently defending.

It seems that he’s only using about seventy percent of his strength.

He hasn’t gone all out yet.

If he did, Cang Bao might not withstand it.

So, Zhao Tiangang’s victory and Cang Bao’s defeat in this match have become a certainty!

"You mean Zhao Tiangang will win," Ao Min said.

Chen Yang didn’t speak further but silently watched the happenings on stage.

And indeed, things developed just as Chen Yang thought they would.

Cang Bao’s initial attacks were extremely fierce, and Zhao Tiangang was focused on defense.

But after hundreds of moves, Cang Bao still couldn’t overcome Zhao Tiangang, and Zhao Tiangang began counter-attacking.

His swordsmanship was exquisite and ingenious.

There seemed to be an indescribable murderous force wrapped within, which Cang Bao couldn’t resist.

With Zhao Tiangang’s sudden sword strike, Cang Bao bled, was forced off by the formidable sword force, and fell from the stage.

"You, lost."

Zhao Tiangang stood on the stage, his sword pointing straight at Cang Bao, tyrannical and unparalleled.

Cang Bao clutched his wound and slowly stood up.

"You are strong, I, Cang Bao, admit my defeat with a sincere heart."

Cang Bao was a true man, after losing, he left without many words.

In general battles, the defeated party would always hear some gossip.

But in this match that Cang Bao lost, there was dead silence.

Cang Bao’s strength was above most people.

Just unlucky to encounter Zhao Tiangang in the first round.

Making people feel regretful.

"On stage number seven, Zhao Tiangang wins."

Mo Jun also looked regretfully at the departing Cang Bao before announcing the result of the match.

Afterward, there were more exciting duels in the arena.

Strong people emerged one after another.

Ao Min, this guy, whether it was luck or what,

actually passed through all the barriers and reached the final round.

In the final round, only thirty people remained.

Fifteen spots will be chosen among the remaining thirty people.

With one-on-one duels, the winner will directly earn a spot to enter the Divine Dragon Pool.

The previous duels were all quick selections, so whoever fought whom was relatively random.

And this last round, matters greatly, naturally couldn’t continue with the previous randomness.

Instead, they opted for a drawing lot method for the duels.

A total of thirty lots were marked from one to thirty.

Number one fights number thirty, number two fights number twenty-nine, and so on.

Moreover, since all remaining are strong fighters, the upcoming duels will be very exciting, so the Dragon God Sect has specially changed the venue for them.

Directly merging the arena area with the meeting area.

Meaning, the upcoming battles will be watched by everyone who attended the Divine Dragon Conference.

Chen Yang wasn’t very fond of this competition method.

Because there were people from the Blood Bat Hall present.

Perhaps the enigmatic Hall Master might be present too.

If by some means he discovers that the previous incident in the Blood Bat Hall was orchestrated by Chen Yang, it would be troublesome.

Though unwilling, there was no choice in the matter.

The Dragon God Sect couldn’t change its rules because of him.

To enter the Divine Dragon Pool, he had no choice but to accept.

Just hope that the Hall Master of the Blood Bat Hall wouldn’t focus too much on him and wouldn’t discover the truth.

Otherwise, troubles might come one after another.

"All winners, come and draw lots."

Mo Jun held the lot cylinder, descending from above.

"Let’s go, drawing lots." Chen Yang led Ao Min forward and drew two lots.

Chen Yang sneakily glanced at his lot.

Number three.

Since he didn’t know who the opponent was, he couldn’t determine if the lot was good or bad.

The drawn lot needed to be kept secret; Ao Min walked aside alone to check his lot, afraid that Chen Yang would see it.

After looking, he frowned deeply, uncertain about what he drew.

"Why the long face, did you draw number one?" Chen Yang joked.

Ao Min looked grim and remained silent.

Chen Yang was stunned: "Don’t tell me it’s really number one."

Ao Min nodded! It really was number one.

"You’re amazing, seems your luck is all used up, drawing the first spot to go up." Chen Yang couldn’t help but laugh.

"First spot, then first spot, maybe number thirty isn’t strong." Ao Min forced self-comfort.

"Hmm, that’s possible."

Chen Yang didn’t want to hit him hard, so he smiled and nodded.

"What did you draw, Brother Chen Yang?" Ao Min’s curiosity about Chen Yang’s lot surged after his own gloom.

Chen Yang didn’t hide it from him, directly saying: "Number three."

"Number three? That’s quite early too." Ao Min commented.

"Yes, just don’t know whom I’ll encounter." Chen Yang glanced around.

Almost all who entered this final round were strong fighters.

Few had similar luck; as Ao Min got through purely by chance.

Famed fighters like Ming Xiong, Zhao Tiangang, Wang Rui... and other renowned strong players entered the finals.

Chen Yang had watched previous duels.

But couldn’t tell much from them.

Because their strength was too strong, ordinary opponents couldn’t force out their hidden cards.

Thus there wasn’t much to gain from watching.

Besides these well-known figures, a woman with a light veil, dressed in colorful, radiant clothing, also caught Chen Yang’s attention.

The woman was veiled, hiding her appearance.

Yet, through her exposed brows and overwhelmingly beautiful figure and aura, one could tell.

Absolutely an exceptional beauty!

Furthermore, entering this final round also proves her strength is uncommon, undoubtedly a formidable fighter.

"She should belong to the Phoenix Bird Clan."

Ao Min noticed Chen Yang’s gaze; he opened his mouth alongside.

"How do you know?" Chen Yang withdrew his gaze, looking towards Ao Min.

"Simple, her demure aura, coupled with my accurate intuition as the King." Ao Min laughed.

Chen Yang was unimpressed.

He initially thought Ao Min had substantial evidence.

"Everyone, now that lots are drawn, please follow me."

At this time, everyone had their lots.

Mo Jun then led them into the venue for the final round of the competition.

That is, the site of the Divine Dragon Conference.

Here, unbeknownst to when, had been modified into a stadium-like place.

A circle around was the seating for guests.

The middle was a football field-sized arena.