"What does he mean?"
"Did he just give me the stink eye?"
"What the hell is going on?"
Hou Mubai looked utterly baffled. Even Chen Changan hadn't expected things to turn out like this.
Had the Hundred Battles Arena... gone on strike?
Nobody was showing up, and even the referee had stopped coming to work?
"Could they be... trying to drive us away with this?"
"If they don't show up, we won't have any opponents either. We can't just keep dragging this out, can we?" Qi Wushang said with a frown.
"The Burial Sword Convention lasts a long time. They might actually be stalling, hoping to wear us down and make us go to another Hundred Battles City."
"My guess is, there aren't any genuinely powerful sword sects in this Hundred Battles City we're in. They know that whether they challenge us or we challenge them, they'd just be handing us free wins."
"They don't want the Profound Sword Sect to reach a Hundred-Win Streak so easily."
Qi Wushang and Hou Mubai began carefully analyzing the situation, but Chen Changan simply lowered his head and looked at Big Yellow.
"Got it!"
Seeing Chen Changan's look, Big Yellow grinned, then turned and left the Hundred Battles Arena.
"What's Big Yellow gone off to do?"
"Even now, is he still thinking about visiting a brothel?"
"There aren't any brothels in Hundred Battles City," Qi Wushang said helplessly.
"Besides his love of visiting brothels, Big Yellow has another strength."
"Hm? What strength?"
"Making people hate him!"
"Just wait. We'll have opponents soon."
Hearing Chen Changan's words, Hou Mubai and Qi Wushang exchanged a look. That was actually a pretty good idea.
"If all we need to do is make people hate us, we can do that too. Should we go?"
"Give it a