The tournament continues.
When Qi Chuan successfully endured the tenth round, even he felt a hint of exhaustion both physically and mentally.
Fortunately, at that moment, Elder Yun spoke up from above.
"Successfully defended the arena for ten rounds, Inner Sect Disciple Qi Chuan wins, temporarily retreating, awaiting the next round of competition."
Upon hearing this, Qi Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his hands toward the sky where Yun Qingyue was, then turned and jumped off the first golden pillar, leaving this pillar for the next defender.
Bang.
With a light sound, particles of white jade light dispersed all around him, Qi Chuan landed in front of Qi Chan'Er, fists touching the ground, and then slowly stood up.
Surrounding him, many inner sect disciples cast astonishing glances at Qi Chuan.
And Qi Chan'Er was also staring at him intensely, as if trying to see through him.
"What is it?"
Feeling Qi Chan'Er's gaze, Qi Chuan smiled a bit awkwardly.
