Body cultivator after body cultivator flew out of the ring.
Immortal after immortal fell without landing a single strike.
She went through hundreds without slowing down. This time, though, she did not aim to break her own record. She simply fought with a steady pace, saving strength for later rounds.
When she reached six hundred straight victories, her next opponent stepped into the ring.
He was tall, broad shouldered, and his muscles looked like carved granite. His skin carried a faint metallic sheen. His aura radiated the pressure of a solid Sixth Tribulation Stage immortal.
The announcer called out his name and origin.
"Participant Shi Feng of the Western Ridge Iron Sovereign Kingdom!"
Cattaleya squinted at him curiously.
Her opponent bowed slightly. "I have been waiting to test myself against you, One Flick Woman."
The crowd grew silent with anticipation.
They had been waiting for someone who could survive at least one hit.
