Withered Wood Divine Skill?

Dang, dang, dang …

The next day, the bell rang again, announcing the start of the competition.

With a swoosh, Xia Ping also quickly entered the arena for the final battle.

At this time, there were more people paying attention to the competition. Because it was already the top 100 competition, most of the elite students had been eliminated, and the remaining ones were

the elites of the elites.

Because of this, the contestants were even more eye-catching. Almost every match was watched

by a large number of people.

At this time, standing in front of Xia Ping was a young man with a very strange appearance. His

face was green, and he was also wearing a green camouflage suit.

He stood on the ground, and his feet were like tree roots, deeply rooted in the ground, as stable as

Mount Tai, as if he were a thousand-year-old tree, integrated with heaven and earth.