"Who's next?"
The question was no longer who dared to step forward. It was... who was willing to.
Chen Changan was strong, no doubt about it. But he was infuriating—and far too arrogant.
No one wanted to watch him become a legend or work a miracle.
He wanted to complete a Hundred-Win Streak, but everyone hoped he would fail.
For a moment, they all watched Chen Changan in silence. Not one of them was willing to enter the arena.
"Hm?"
"What's going on?"
"Aren't you all itching for a fight?"
"Didn't you want to teach me a lesson?"
"So what's this? Scared? Giving up?"
"Fine, I get it. You just don't want me to complete a Hundred-Win Streak, right?"
"All right. I'll give you a chance."
"Shout it out right now: 'I'm a coward. I'm scared. I surrender.'"
"'From now on, whenever we see the War Emperor, we'll shout, "The War Emperor is incredible! I'm a coward!"'"
"Admit you're a pack of losers afraid to lose, a bunch of useless loudmouths who do nothing but boast all day."
"Do that, and I'll give up this final fight. You'll get your wish, and I'll abandon the Hundred-Win Streak."
Chen Changan looked over the crowd with open contempt, making no effort to hide how little he thought of them.
"Kid, don't get too arrogant!"
"You're insulting us!"
"So what if I'm arrogant? I have the strength to back it up."
"And as for insulting you, do you really need my help with that?"
"Look at yourselves. You're the ones insulting yourselves."
"You don't even have the courage to enter the arena. What kind of warriors are you?"
"Just a pack of cowards cheering yourselves on," Chen Changan said with a sneer.
His words silenced them again. They hated to admit it, but