This arena is dozens of times larger than the previous ones.
It seems that it's prepared specifically for real duels.
Such a vast arena eliminates any chance of cunning tricks.
This is quite unfriendly to someone with average ability like Ao Min.
Upon seeing the size of the arena, Ao Min's face turned even uglier.
It's no longer a question of winning or losing; it's a matter of face.
He's the first to appear, and if he encounters a strong opponent and gets killed in an instant, then what?
It's too humiliating.
Most of the cultivation world is present here, and he's very concerned about his reputation. How could he afford such embarrassment?
"Don't worry, actually I see there are quite a few people with average strength too. You've always had good luck, maybe you'll still get lucky?" Chen Yang smiled and comforted him.
Ao Min remained silent, his face grim as he continued to walk.
Soon, everyone was led into the venue by Mo Jun.
