Points-Based Team Competition, Return to Mormans

[Ding! Due to a contestant forfeiting, the team leader arena match has ended.]

The arena rapidly contracted, shrinking from over a thousand square kilometers into a single point of light in less than a few seconds.

Watching Jiang Yuan collect all the spoils, Stormhead gritted his teeth unwillingly.

Edward and the others exchanged glances, but no one dared say anything.

"So... it's over?!"

"Looks like it..."

"No one expected everyone else to be too scared to step up. This was the arena match with the greatest stamina consumption."

"I think God Jiang put too much pressure on them. Didn't you see how badly Park Jin-hyeok got beaten? Who would dare go up there and ask for a beating? These big shots care most about their pride."

"That makes sense. Isn't Sage Sean supposed to be able to glimpse the future? Maybe he saw his own miserable defeat and chose to forfeit."

"What a shame. I wanted to watch a few more matches. Just watching God Jiang throw punches and swing his blade taught me a lot. Even my martial technique realm improved."

"Heh, where did this Jihao come from? What outrageous boasting. Even a Tier-Five Martial Artist like me could barely see God Jiang's movements, let alone gain any insight. And you actually comprehended something?!"

"Yeah, young people these days are getting better and better at bragging."

"Bragging level maxed out."

"This Tier-Four Martial Artist is dying of laughter."

"ID [The Taste of Summer]... pfft. Which elementary school kid is this?!"

[The Taste of Summer]: "This old man is Qian Yincheng of Sunset City, a Tier-Eight Martial Master. I gained some insight from watching Quasi-King Tier combat. What... is the problem?!"

Everyone: "...?!!!"

As the global livestream chat exploded with comments,

the National Fortune Battlefield was gradually