They set up many arenas on the border.
Usually, the two sides would engage in five-on-five battles in these arenas to compare the strength of the two forces.
Of course, the Spiritual Saints wouldn’t get involved.
The Spiritual Overlords also felt that they were too important to participate.
Therefore, most of the battles took place between Spiritual Kings, who made up the majority of the cultivators in Peace Grassland.
There were three large arenas on the border.
The one on the left was a junior arena, the one on the right was an intermediate arena, and the one in the middle was an advanced arena.
Level 1 to 3 Spiritual Kings fought on the left.
Level 4 to 6 Spiritual Kings fought on the right.
Level 7 to 9 fought in the middle.
The current battle was taking place in the junior arena.
Feng Wu pushed away the crowd and made it to the front row.
The two sides were fighting.
Two out of the five Junwu cultivators had lost, and there were three more to go.
The Dongsang team had only lost once.
Feng Wu heard the people around her talking.
“Oh no… We’re not going to lose again, are we?”
“The previous one was from the Military Academy, and he lost to the Dongsang Kingdom.”
“This round is between Imperial College and the Dongsang Kingdom. If we lose again,
they’ll send another Spiritual Overlord up there to help Night Owl!”
…
“Look! We’re losing up there!”
“Oh god! They’ve come out of the clouds!”
Feng Wu looked up.
It was incredible!
Jun Linyuan and Night Owl had been fighting in the clouds before, and no one could see how they were doing.
But now, they were fighting a few hundred meters above them, and they could see their every move.
“Gosh! Look at His Royal Highness! His hand is bleeding!”
“There’s a cut on his cheek!”
“Night Owl doesn’t look much better. He’s awfully pale.”
“Shit! That Dongsang Spiritual Overlord tried to sneak up on His Royal Highness!”
“He’ll never succeed!”
“But he can distract His Royal Highness. In a battle like this, one second can make all the difference!”
That was true.
At the thought of that, many people cursed loudly for losing that battle.
“Forget about the last round. We’re losing this one!”
“Why aren’t I a junior Spiritual King?!” Feng Xun was furious.
Xuan Yi was equally frustrated.
They arrived right after Jun Linyuan, but there was nothing they could do.
Another Junwu cultivator fell out of the arena.
“Shit! Not again! Are you trying to get His Royal Highness killed?”
Countless people glared at the contestant that had been kicked off the stage.
The junior Spiritual King was a former student of Imperial College and was chosen because he was under 20.
