Tiandao: Play a Game with Me Too

Unwillingness. Helplessness.

Faced with Mi Yao's mockery and teasing,

Chen Kong tried his best to brace himself against the ground and rise, but the agony wracking his body ultimately rendered his efforts empty talk.

An unyielding will could only fight for that one-in-ten-thousand possibility; it could not change the remaining nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine parts of "reality."

Mi Yao had already been stronger than him to begin with, and now he had received a threefold boost in strength. Even a casual strike had completely robbed Chen Kong of his ability to move.

Therefore, no matter how unwilling he was, Chen Kong still collapsed to the ground.

Seeing that Chen Kong ultimately could not get back up, the mockery and smugness in Mi Yao's voice faded, replaced by something more complicated and regretful.

"Looks like this game won't have a sequel."

He bent down, picked up Chen Kong's Prosperity Martial Emblem from the ground, and waved a hand. "That's enough, Kong. Looks like you're not as miraculous as someone said you were. I overestimated you."

With that, Mi Yao turned and prepared to leave the Training Arena.

Yet before he could take more than a few steps, several footsteps sounded from the other side.

Tap!

The footsteps at the entrance to the passageway were not heavy, yet they made Mi Yao, who was about to leave the Training Arena, stop dead in his tracks, his expression freezing.

That instinctive reaction carved into his bones made him seem as though he had encountered the Final Boss in a game. The ease and leisure on his face vanished completely as he warily looked toward the passageway.

"Play a game with me too, Mi Yao."

Tiandao's voice came from the passageway, carrying a faintly casual smile.

He walked at the front, the hem