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Pi Hao shuddered and literally froze in his place.

\'What? Why is he angry?\'

Pi Hao thought as Zhao Luo placed his hand on Pi Hao\'s shoulder again.

Feeling the pressure of Zhao Luo\'s hand, Pi Hao couldn\'t help but close his eyes.

\'Ah, I deserve it.\'

He was ready to accept anything to everything that Zhao Luo would be throwing at him.

While behind him,

\'This bald bastard.\'

Zhao Luo cursed in his mind while looking at Senior Cutie who was standing at the edge of the fourth row of the colosseum.

Zhao Luo wasn\'t mad because everyone else heard it.

"I wanted to be the one to announce that..."

Zhao Luo shouted at Senior Cutie who only chuckled in response and turned around.

Behind him on one of the seats, a female disciple was spectating the exchange between Zhao Luo, Pi Hao, and Senior Cutie.

Their eyes met and Senior Cutie smirked at her.

"Please, Senior."

She got up from her seat and waved her hand there while addressing the bandaged Senior Cutie politely to take her seat.

"Thank you, little sister."

Senior Cutie laughed and took her seat without a second thought.

After Senior Cutie\'s appearance, more and more outer disciples arrived who had participated in the first and second part of the tournament.

The Colosseum was finally filled to the brim.

-

On the giant stage.

Zhao Luo released Pi Hao slowly who turned to look at him.

"Brother I am sorry."

Pi Hao clasped his hands and bowed his head many times, after giving a verbal declaration.

"It\'s okay. It\'s not even your fault."

Zhao Luo told Pi Hao.

\'I hate rumors.\'

Zhao Luo shook his head.

"They do get extremely twisted."

 Zhao Luo said leaving Pi Hao in confusion.

"Brother, what gets twisted?"

Pi Hao asked Zhao Luo.

While the two were talking, the disciple of this area had stopped spectating and the fights which had stopped were resuming once again.

This kind of situation was something that only happened on this part of the giant stage, while on the other parts, most of the disciples were already thrown off stage, thus getting them disqualified from the tournament.

-

The elder on the podium squinted while looking at the giant stage and right at the moment another disciple fell off the stage, he opened his mouth.

[ ?: With only that last thousand disciples left on the giant stage, the fights will intensify. The groups will have to break and the disciples will strive for their survival. The winners will be the last hundred remaining on the stage. ]

The elder stopped talking as his announcement echoed in the ears of the spectators in the colosseum.

-

Zhao Luo was looking at the elder with one his brows raised.

\'Only a thousand disciples are left.\'

He mumbled while looking around him.

"Brother..."

Si Chen and Feng Ma joined Zhao Luo and stood next to him.

Pi Hao was still here, but neither Zhao Luo nor the other two minded his presence at all.

"From now on, be on your guard."

Zhao Luo advised them as he was glancing around.

After turning once, Zhao Luo had already realized what was going on.

While fighting the first group of disciples and Pi Hao, Zhao Luo had ended up somewhere around the middle of the giant stage.

And after the last fight, his abilities had not only been noticed by the spectators but also the disciples around this area of the stage.

These disciples were focusing on their own fights while avoiding Zhao Luo by moving away as they fought with their opponent/s.

But many still had no idea about Zhao Luo\'s capabilities. 

From all four directions, small groups and solo level eight \'VIII\' disciples were advancing towards Zhao Luo.

Each of them had their eyes fixed on the number that hovered over his head.

\'3069.\'

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\'PHI~NG\'

Zhao Luo heard something and turned towards Pi Hao who was standing behind him.

"Watch out."

Zhao Luo grabbed Pi Hao\'s collar and threw him aside in a hurry. 

An arrow was headed their way and it would have assuredly hit Pi Hao if Zhao Luo hadn\'t pushed him to the side.

In an instant, Zhao Luo pulled back his left fist and launched it towards the arrowhead.

\'Bullet Fist.\'

Zhao Luo mumbled as his fist touched the arrowhead.

\'Ting!\'

A sound of metals colliding was heard as Zhao Luo\'s knuckles deflected the arrowhead.

Not only that, the arrow as it touched the ground, its arrowhead looked flat, which showed how much overpowering Zhao Luo\'s fist was.

A group of disciples approached Zhao Luo from where he was looking at.

From within the group, a sound reached Zhao Luo.

"Oh, you blocked my Eagle Arrow."

A disciple spoke to him but since he was surrounded by more than twenty disciples, Zhao Luo couldn\'t get a clear sight of him.

"Who is this arrow user?\'

Zhao Luo wondered and focused on the disciples but he still couldn\'t look past the first line of disciples as they stood so close to one another that Zhao Luo felt weird.

\'They are like a purple wall.\'

\'PHi~NG.\'

\'PHi~NG.\'

\'PHi~NG.\'

\'Phi~NG.\'

While Zhao Luo tried to find out about the one who was talking to him and commented on the disciples covering the speaker, a small crack opened in this wall of disciples and three arrows came flying at Zhao Luo.

"BULLET FIST."

Zhao Luo pulled back his fists and sent three punches in right-left-right order, straight at the arrows that weren\'t any slower than Zhao Luo\'s fists.

"Phantom Arrow."

A cold voice reached Zhao Luo\'s ear and he shuddered for a moment which was followed by a sound of air being torn by a sharp object.

\'Wheeeee~\'

The disciple who was protected by a wall of level seven \'VII\' disciples had shot four arrows.

Three were frontal while the last one was a hidden arrow that was coming at Zhao Luo from above.

"Hardened Water Palm."

Pi Hao jumped over Zhao Luo and pushed his palm towards the arrow.

A moment later, a hit between the arrow of the mysterious disciple and Pi Hao\'s palm took place. 

"Agh."

A scream resounded in the area.