The opponent was humanoid, but his head looked like a monkey’s. His physique appeared gaunt among the Beastman Clan.

Of course, his arms were much longer compared to those of the Skyeye Clan.

He held a black long staff in his hand.

Grabbing the long staff, he pointed it forward and taunted, "Remember, the cultivator who defeats you is from the Monkey Clan, Min Jianbing!"

As soon as his words fell, ten ethereal inner cores manifested behind him.

Each inner core exuded a fierce and ferocious aura.

Cao Zhen did not become enraged; he simply drew his longsword, looked at his opponent, and stated his lineage, "Indistinct Sect, Cao Zhen."

He had noticed earlier that when the two clans encountered each other, they would announce their origins and names.

As his words settled, ten ethereal inner cores also appeared behind him, each featuring the same ethereal image, resembling a circular wheel.

Soon, all sixty-four platforms were filled with battling cultivators.

In the next moment, a beam of light shot up from each platform, and a semi-transparent light curtain rose from the boundaries of each platform, ensuring the battles would not interfere with each other.

Simultaneously, on every platform, both sides made their moves at the same instant.

Min Jianbing lifted a leg and stomped forcefully on the ground, his entire body shooting out like a spring, astonishingly fast.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Cao Zhen, tightly gripping the long staff with both hands, and struck heavily towards Cao Zhen’s head.

From afar, some of the Monkey Clan’s cultivators were already cheering.

"Min Jianbing is the second strongest cultivator in our Monkey Clan; defeating that Skyeye Clan cultivator should pose no issue."

"That Skyeye Clan member doesn’t even look like a skilled fighter."

"Look, the Skyeye Clan member seems petrified; he’s standing still without moving."

"Min Jianbing’s speed is among the fastest even in the Core Formation Stage of our entire Beastman Clan, let alone this small Skyeye Clan member."

"The Skyeye Clan member’s ethereal images appear very ordinary; it’s no wonder they’re not strong."

Amidst their laughter, on the platform, Cao Zhen swung his longsword, lightly turning in the direction of the descending staff. It seemed he wasn’t using much force; as the longsword met the staff, no clashing sound of weapons echoed.

Instead, his longsword guided the opponent’s staff to veer off in another direction.

As Min Jianbing’s staff descended, he suddenly felt the space where his staff landed seem to distort, and his staff uncontrollably swung to the side.

Oh no!

Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror.

His staff swung aside, leaving no defense before him.

The opponent’s sharp sword abruptly turned and thrust straight towards his neck.

Min Jianbing, greatly alarmed, hurriedly dodged to the side.

His reaction was quick enough, but the sword was even quicker!

As the sword sliced through, it pierced his neck, splattering scarlet blood, and the sharp Sword Qi penetrated his body through the wound, raging uncontrollably.

His hair stood on end entirely.

Had his reaction been a fraction slower, that sword would surely have directly punctured his throat, and the consequences would have been vastly different.

Even now, he suffered significant injuries.

Moreover, his opponent showed no intention of pausing.

Cao Zhen’s longsword turned with almost instinctual fluidity, slashing towards a vulnerable area.

A piercing Sword Qi erupted forth, shooting directly towards his chest.

Min Jianbing felt the sharpness of that Sword Qi and quickly rolled to the side; at this point, he didn’t care about looking disheveled as long as he evaded the opponent’s attack.

Yet, while rolling, he realized the opponent’s sword continuously hovered in his path.

Each wave of Sword Qi landed on him, and although none were as severe as the first strike, each easily sliced through his fur, piercing his flesh.

Within moments, his body was scarred all over.

The opponent’s swordsmanship was too seamless.

Like continuous waves, one after another, ever since he fell into a disadvantage, he’d been under the opponent’s pressure, finding no chance to retaliate.

"Sss..."

The opponent’s sword thrust again, the sharp longsword pierced through his fur, through his ribcage, directly into his body, penetrating his torso.

"Pff..."

Min Jianbing couldn’t help but spew a mouthful of scarlet blood, his body knocked back by the overwhelming force of the strike.

The next moment, he braced his hands on the ground, desperately sliding forward, abruptly dashing off, but not in Cao Zhen’s direction, instead towards the edge of the platform.

He conceded!

The opponent wasn’t from his clan; if they continued fighting, he’d surely lose. Who knows if this human might kill him!

He didn’t dare gamble, so he chose to concede.

This battle had no referees, shouting surrender might not work, as the opponent wasn’t from his clan. The best way to concede was to leap off the platform directly.

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