Jiang Beiming was truly heartbroken.
Through gritted teeth, he decided to accept the challenge. He had been backed into a corner.
It wasn't that he feared losing and dying; he still had that much confidence in himself. What worried him was that, if he fought Xu Yi and Xu Yi really had a trump card, he might be forced to use his own as well. The cost would be far too great.
"Deputy Director Jiang really accepted the challenge?"
Xu Yi asked, sounding slightly puzzled.
Jin Kuixing sneered and slapped a death warrant onto the table. "Sign it. You're asking to die, so who else can you blame?"
Xu Yi's expression turned bitter. He looked up at Jiang Beiming. "Deputy Director Jiang, why don't you go first?"
His expression gave everyone watching all sorts of ideas.
Jiang Beiming simply stilled his mind, refusing to let anything sway him. He took the death warrant without hesitation and wrote his name on it.
This was the distilled wisdom of years of combat experience. Once he decided to strike, he would never again be swayed by anything his opponent did, nor would he interpret or judge his opponent's actions. He would respond with the utmost precision based only on the battle itself.
Jiang Beiming's conduct caught Xu Yi's attention, and Xu Yi likewise gathered his focus.
It had been easy to kill Deputy Director Zhao by catching him off guard. But facing a powerful cultivator like Jiang Beiming, who was so old he was nearly a monster, he could not afford to be careless.
Xu Yi warned himself silently, then took the death warrant and wrote his name on it.
"Things have come to this, and the Northern Court Envoy has nothing more to say. The practice arena before the hall is spacious