Chapter 727

The elders from the Ink Valley and the Famous Mountains were all present, their faces beaming with pride as they listened to others discuss the talents of their respective sects. Some favored Su Ming of Ink Valley, while others pinned their hopes on Zhao Dong of the Famous Mountains. This team competition was scheduled to last three days. While the use of pills was unrestricted, the use of magical treasures and weapons remained strictly prohibited. After all, some factions possessed deep resources while others were modest; allowing weapons would be inherently unfair. As for pills, their effects were generally comparable—if one’s pills could regrow a limb while another’s could only stop a scratch, that was simply a matter of bad luck. With three days of constant fighting and no safe zones provided for recovery, this restriction was already a significant concession to those talents from less affluent backgrounds. An incense stick of time passed before the outcome was decided. Predictably, Zhao Dong, whose cultivation was a cut above, emerged victorious. He seized all the iron badges from Su Ming’s team and strode away.