Eastern Emperor Taiyi's Return

"Let me ask once more: is there anyone else who wishes to take the stage and fight?" Fusu stepped onto the arena and looked down at the disciples of the Hundred Schools.

Faced with Fusu's question, the Hundred Schools of Thought fell completely silent. Not a single person dared to respond.

Though unwilling to admit it, they had no choice but to admit that they were truly afraid.

Their mental defenses had been crushed by four consecutive defeats.

Even if we go onstage again, we will still be defeated!

Such thoughts filled the minds of every school disciple.

As a result, when Fusu questioned them, not one person dared step forward to answer.

Seeing this, the corners of Fusu's lips rose. Today's objective had been accomplished perfectly.

Four consecutive victories had nearly broken the backbone of the Hundred Schools of Thought.

If he made any demands now, perhaps no one would dare object.

With that thought flashing through his mind, Fusu looked at everyone from the Hundred Schools, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Since no one dares come forward to fight, then the Hundred Schools of Thought have lost this first Martial Arts Conference of Great Qin!"

The moment those words were spoken, the disciples of the Hundred Schools held their breath and turned toward their own elders and sect masters, hoping they would step forward and do something.

However, faced with the gazes of their disciples, the higher-ups of the Hundred Schools acted as though they had seen nothing, as if they had not noticed at all.

It was not that they did not want to do something, nor were they willing to endure such humiliation.

It was simply that Su Chen was too monstrous. They could not see even the slightest hope of victory.

If they continued