Afterward, the modern people stopped attacking.
Throughout the entire process, that Tribulation Transcendence Expert had stayed hidden underground and never gone out to fight.
Afterward, the tally showed that the martial arts school masters had been killed one by one.
They had lost their advantageous position in the negotiations.
At this time,
the modern side finally sent out a Robot.
It was shaped like a panda, adorably bumbling as it began speaking with them.
From this single detail, it was clear that the modern people were still eager to resolve their mutual hatred and establish trade.
Wenren Sheng shook his head.
These people truly were as he remembered them—reason outweighed hatred.
Interests came first.
At this moment, one martial arts school master was deeply unwilling to accept this.
He stepped forward and smashed the Robot with a palm strike.
Yet after it was destroyed, the other side sent out another identical Robot.
It said exactly the same thing.
The master still wanted to attack, but then an elder from a martial arts school spoke.
"Enough. Stop."
"We are no match for them now."
At that moment, a voice came from the Robot. "Good. You have finally calmed down. We can negotiate now."
"What is there to discuss between us?" a Martial Artist snapped. "You bandits, you butchers!"
"Why are you angry?" the Robot asked flatly. "You were the ones who launched the invasion first. Now that you cannot win, you start shouting. Are you such sore losers?"
The Martial Artist's face flushed bright red.
Being unable to accept defeat was one of the greatest humiliations for any competitor, no matter their profession.
If you could only win and never lose, who would still play with you?
It was the same as being excluded from the circle.
People said this even