Seeing Yao Wei step out as the first contestant, the disciple chosen by the opposing side also wore a frivolous expression, as though he felt victory was already assured. He even had a mocking look on his face. After all, the gap between their cultivation levels was simply too great.
"Suppress your cultivation level." The elder who had suddenly appeared reminded him.
"Heh heh, with cultivation this low, I can't suppress it." The other party's smile was especially broad. Naturally, it wasn't that he couldn't suppress it—he simply wanted to tease her a little. Sure enough, the four contestants behind him all burst out laughing.
However, the elder serving as referee was not polite at all. He said coldly, "If you haven't suppressed it before I call for the start, I can only rule that you leave the arena."
"All right, all right, Uncle-Master, there's no need to hurry. I'll suppress it now." The other party looked unconcerned. He felt he was certain to win, of course, and was doing his utmost to provoke her.
Yao Wei's face was utterly serious. She hadn't been affected at all. Besides, this was a weaker fighter challenging a stronger one, and she knew she couldn't afford the slightest carelessness. Even her aura carried a taut, tense quality.
I hurriedly reminded her, "Sis, it's not that exaggerated. After he suppresses his cultivation, he won't actually be that frightening."
Although Yao Wei nodded, she still looked completely serious. I helplessly shrugged, then looked at the three beside me—Gu Fei, Ye Liandong, and Mo Xiaoning. They were even more afraid to breathe loudly. I wondered why not a single person had said a word!
But there was no way to adjust their state of mind now. We could only use the match to prove what I