A thunderous lion’s roar echoed through the sky, and the powerful sound waves instantly penetrated Toad’s mind.
Toad’s face turned pale, his mind buzzing, and he fell into a brief state of disorientation.
Immediately afterward, Monk Benjamin’s fists struck Toad’s chest with great force.
Toad’s body flew out like a broken sack and landed heavily on the ground outside the fighting platform.
Toad spat out a mouthful of blood, his face ashen.
“This gentleman wins,” Ancient Tyrant Pill Sovereign’s soul fragment pointed to Monk Benjamin.
Monk Benjamin clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect towards Ancient Tyrant Pill Sovereign, then looked at Toad below the platform. “Amitabha, Toad, thank you for letting me win.”
After speaking, Monk Benjamin’s figure flashed and appeared beside the jade table.
Although Monk Benjamin had defeated Toad in this battle, he had also been poisoned by Toad.
At that moment, Monk Benjamin poured himself a cup of spirit wine and drank it to detoxify.
In Awakened Continent, Buddhist Cultivators generally abstained from meat and alcohol, but the fruit wine brewed by Ancient Tyrant Pill Sovereign that could enhance cultivation was an exception.
“I actually lost. Let me handle this!” From the Giant Wolf Dynasty camp, Nightfall, whose face was disfigured, squinted his eyes and, carrying a corpse aura, flashed onto the fighting platform.
Nightfall scanned the area below the platform and quickly locked his gaze on a woman in red. “Miss Frida, come up and fight.”
Hearing Nightfall’s challenge, Frida’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
Frida knew about Nightfall; he was extremely difficult to deal with.
However, as one of the prodigies, Frida would not retreat without a fight. Her graceful figure flashed and landed on the fighting platform.
Frida looked at Nightfall, her powerful aura bursting forth. She extended her right hand, and the fiery red heavy sword on her back automatically flew into her hand.
Without wasting words with Nightfall, Frida pushed off the ground with her strong legs, gripping her fiery red heavy sword tightly in her right hand as she charged towards Nightfall and thrust her sword forward.
Nightfall tapped the ground with his toes and flashed backward, dodging Frida’s swift and fierce attack.
Just as Frida was about to attack again, Nightfall’s face twisted into an ugly smile. “Miss Frida, play with my two corpse puppets first.”
With that, Nightfall grabbed at his waist, producing three blood-colored cloth bags.
Nightfall untied the bags, and three tall blood-colored corpse puppets flashed out.
The corpse puppets had withered muscles and were surrounded by a blood-colored corpse aura. Judging by their aura, all three corpse puppets were at the Spirit Saint level.
The appearance of the three corpse puppets caused Leo, who possessed Puppet General, to narrow his eyes.
Refining corpse puppets was a technique used by corpse path cultivators. During battles, they could release them as assistance.
Typically, corpse path cultivators would have one or two corpse puppets. That Nightfall had three such powerful corpse puppets indicated his high proficiency in corpse path techniques.
Nightfall pointed at Frida and sneered. “Go.”
The hollow eyes of the three corpse puppets locked onto Frida and charged at her.
Frida’s fiery red heavy sword slashed towards the first approaching corpse puppet with mountain-splitting force.
The corpse puppet raised its right hand and directly blocked Frida’s heavy sword. Its feet sank slightly into the fighting platform under the immense force.
The other two corpse puppets, surrounded by a sinister blood aura, attacked Frida from both sides.
Seeing this, Frida had no choice but to withdraw her sword and retreat to find another opportunity to attack.
Thus began Frida’s fierce battle with the three corpse puppets.
Due to their insensitivity and formidable strength, under their combined assault, Frida quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.
While controlling the three corpse puppets, Nightfall formed a strange seal with his hands. A palm-sized blood-colored crescent moon appeared before him.
In the next second, the blood-colored crescent moon pierced through the void and attacked Frida.
Caught in the midst of the three corpse puppets’ assault, Frida had no time to dodge.
The blood-colored crescent moon struck Frida’s body and entered her body.
Frida’s delicate face changed; her spiritual power instantly solidified within her body, and she was momentarily immobilized.
In that instant, one of the corpse puppets’ hands struck heavily at Frida’s abdomen.
Frida was sent flying off the fighting platform. After landing, she staggered several steps before regaining her balance.
Blood trickled from Frida’s lips, her face pale. She gritted her teeth and shot a hateful glance at Nightfall before returning to Crescent Dynasty’s camp.
“This gentleman wins,” Ancient Tyrant Pill Sovereign’s soul fragment announced.
Nightfall cupped his fist towards Ancient Tyrant Pill Sovereign, then flashed to the jade table and poured himself a cup of spirit wine to drink.
In Crescent Dynasty’s camp, Quinn, dressed in gray with an ordinary appearance, watched Frida return with flickering eyes.
So far, Crescent Dynasty’s Frida, Windsor, Southwood, and Northwood had all participated in the competition but lost.
Windsor, Southwood, and Northwood had already lost their qualification to continue competing.
Although Frida hadn’t actively challenged Nightfall and still had the right to challenge again, having already been defeated made it nearly impossible for her to secure one of the final five spots.
At this point, it could be said that only Quinn remained in Crescent Dynasty’s camp.
“Crescent Dynasty’s prodigies have lost four times in a row.”
“I originally thought Crescent Dynasty’s prodigies were on par with Martial Dynasty’s prodigies, but now it seems there’s quite a gap.”
“It looks like Martial Dynasty’s prodigies are going to rise!”
The discussions of the surrounding cultivators quickly reached the ears of Crescent Dynasty’s prodigies.
Frida, Windsor, Southwood, and Northwood wore expressions as cold as ice and instinctively turned their gazes towards Quinn.
Among Crescent Dynasty’s five prodigies, Quinn wasn’t the strongest. But since he was ranked among the prodigies, he naturally couldn’t be underestimated.
Frida looked at Quinn and said directly, “It’s your turn.”
At this moment, Frida and the others hoped Quinn could restore some honor for Crescent Dynasty. After all, if they were completely defeated, Crescent Dynasty’s cultivators would lose face as well.
Hearing Frida’s words, Quinn remained silent for a moment before flashing onto the fighting platform.
Quinn’s appearance once again drew everyone’s attention.
Quinn was a puppet cultivator. Puppet cultivators were extremely rare in spiritual cultivation; they specialized in refining puppets and could control various puppets to fight enemies.
On the fighting platform, Quinn remained silent as he scanned the prodigies who hadn’t yet fought.
Finally, his gaze settled on a tall and thin barbarian in Godsbane Dynasty’s camp.
The man wore a green beast-skin outfit with a knife strapped to his back. A scar ran down one side of his face, and his eyes gleamed with fierce intent.
This man was one of Godsbane Dynasty’s prodigies named Derek Steel.