"He had some skill, but his cultivation... was a fatal flaw!" Yun Peng gave Ye Zhen a somewhat surprised once-over, then slowly drew the tail whip, which he had brandished in display, back behind him.
Ye Zhen raised a brow. "If you're scared and ready to admit defeat, then get the hell off the arena. Di still has to defend it!"
Yun Peng froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. "I've seen arrogant people, but never one as arrogant as you—especially one whose cultivation is only at the Spirit-Connecting Realm Second Level.
Fine. I'll take it as playing along with you!"
With that, Yun Peng suddenly leaped backward and beckoned to Ye Zhen.
As Ye Zhen leaped onto the Five Immortal Arena, the black-clad steward in the sky spoke. "Di Kuohai is about to challenge Yun Peng. Yun Peng, you are on a winning streak and have a quarter-hour to recover. Do you require it?"
"Haha, why would I need to recover to deal with a mere little fellow at the Spirit-Connecting Realm Second Level? We can begin right now!" Yun Peng laughed.
"Everyone, there is still half a quarter-hour left for wagers before the battle begins, so make haste! Furthermore, according to the Five Immortal Arena's betting rules, the cultivation gap between challenger and defender is too great. Therefore, the odds for both sides in this wager are locked at around half a tenth. Please place your bets quickly!" the black-clad steward announced.
Ye Zhen had seen this rule earlier on the stone stele. Its purpose was simple: to prevent people from rigging arena matches.
In the Myriad Worlds, what kind of people acted with the least bottom line?
Not those guilty of the ten heinous evils, nor the slave Devil Race, but... merchants!
Merchants pursued profit in