The people who had been about to leave had no choice but to stay when the Snow Race chieftain insisted.
By now, however, no one was in the mood for the matchmaking anymore.
"This round will test your strength."
At those words, everyone's eyes lit up, and they all turned to look at Chen Changan in unison.
Cruel smiles spread across their faces.
Damn, they'd finally found their chance.
"I'll go first!"
"Damn it, nobody try to steal this from me."
"Chen Changan, do you dare accept my challenge?"
"Fine. I accept."
Chen Changan didn't refuse. He was already prepared to concede the moment the challenge began.
"Young people sure have plenty of energy."
"Go on in."
The Snow Race chieftain waved a hand, and a space appeared. It was much like the one Chen Changan had seen at the academy.
The two of them entered the space one after the other.
"Begin."
As soon as the Snow Race chieftain gave the signal, Chen Changan said without hesitation, "I concede. You win."
Huh?
What was going on?
Chen Changan's immediate concession left his opponent stunned.
But Chen Changan had no idea that his opponent no longer cared who won or lost. There was only one thing he wanted to do: beat Chen Changan senseless.
"Hey, hey, I conceded. You won. No need to fight."
"Holy crap, do you not understand plain speech?"
"You won. Can you stop now?"
"I'm asking you, He Bi, why are you doing this?"
No matter what Chen Changan said, his opponent acted as though he couldn't hear a thing, focusing entirely on attacking him.
At first, everyone found it pretty amusing. But as they watched, their expressions grew more and more serious.
There was nothing strange about a Lower Saint chasing a Peak Ancestor God