"...Wouldn't this really kill someone?"
As one of the countless spectators outside the arena—and one of the very few with some actual understanding of Ling Wuyuan's true strength—
The instant Ling Wuyuan spoke those words—
Wu Yanlian, standing outside the arena, automatically voiced that complaint.
Although she knew that the competition venue was an Artificial Grotto-heaven, equipped with all manner of special measures capable of protecting contestants' lives, those measures had ultimately only been set up by Void Glimpse Realm and Heart Domain Realm cultivators. They were not those powerful experts themselves.
If Ling Wuyuan got serious...
She felt Shan Wangyuan would be better off writing his will first.
After thinking for a moment, Bai Jingshu replied:
"Probably not."
"At least, not if Wuyuan holds back."
"That probably won't happen."
"Of course... if an accident really does happen, we can just apologize."
"After all, that guy insisted on seeking death..."
All in all, in her eyes—
If things really developed that way—
Then it would simply be the other party's bad luck.
And that was what the others thought as well.
Though everyone felt that accidentally beating Shan Wangyuan to death would not be a good thing—
In this world—
It truly did not count as some major matter.
As cultivators—
When engaging in a duel—
Everyone tacitly accepted one basic rule—life and death were one's own responsibility.
Even in a major competition like the Yuting Martial Arts Tournament, where dedicated personnel supervised the event and deaths normally would not occur, it was the same.
Anything could happen.
Afraid of death, yet still wanting to fight?
What kind of joke was that?
Did they think this was children playing house?
So, if anyone truly cared whether Shan Wangyuan lived or died, and would resent Ling Wuyuan and the Snow Moon