One hundred and fifty-five, eject!

"This fatty, his speed is actually so fast?"

Seeing his own ferocious strike easily dodged by Ling Wan, Zhao Xin's face darkened slightly, and although the mutter from his mouth was praise, it already contained a hint of anger.

This was the arena finale of the Outer Sect's grand competition, watched not only by many talented individuals of the Outer Sect but also by the three Great Elders in person. Zhao Xin certainly did not want his performance to be too poor.

Even if he couldn't secure one of those two fixed spots to join the Inner Sect, Zhao Xin had a considerable aspiration to impress the two Great Elders and thus advance into the Inner Sect.

So Zhao Xin had already made up his mind - in this first round, he was determined to crush his opponent, preferably making the opponent concede in one move to showcase his extraordinary strength.