He did not accept Yang Yao's earlier compromise of "sitting down to talk" and "paying another price." Instead, he insisted on pulling everything back into the harshest, most straightforward challenge rules established at the start.
This effectively cut off every possibility of roundabout negotiation, leaving neither side any room to retreat.
Every demand, every grudge, every promise would receive its most naked and brutal judgment in this final battle!
Sikong Ting and Shen-bao had chosen to yield earlier not only because they had indeed benefited from the other side's "guidance" and could not save face, but also because they held an almost blind trust in their remaining companions—especially Yang Yao, their final trump card.
They believed that no matter how the situation changed, as long as Yang Yao was there, she would be able to hold the line and win humanity its final victory and dignity.
Just as Xu Kun had once been everyone's pillar!
But now, the rules had changed.
It was no longer a gauntlet battle, no longer a contest of many against many. All hope and pressure had been concentrated on the one person who would be chosen!
One against three!
Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned once more toward the last three prodigies beneath Xu Kun's command: Morning Deer, steady in aura with crystalline antlers; Mo Chou, whose demonic markings flickered faintly as a sinister aura surrounded him; and the SSS-Tier Totem Wielder, Fallen Dragon, who remained shrouded in dim dragon aura and radiated an unsettling air of decay and destruction.
The combined strength of those three was far more than a simple one plus one plus one.
Especially Fallen Dragon, that mysterious figure whose oppressive presence was no weaker than A Li's had been!
The final choice was of utmost importance!
If they lost, all their previous