"Leave? From beginning to end, I never intended to leave."
Leng Yifan sneered at Ye Lin, then slowly turned around.
Yet at this moment, the banquet hall's entrance had already been blocked by one prodigy after another.
They all watched Leng Yifan with curious expressions, then turned their gazes to Ye Lin.
They had not expected Ye Lin to truly keep his word—when he said he would block the way, he really blocked it.
And now, they too wanted to use this chance to see Ye Lin's true strength. How could they possibly let Leng Yifan go inside?
Using the death of a Leng Yifan they had long since abandoned to test Ye Lin's real strength—there could not be a more profitable deal.
"Y-you... what are you doing? Move aside, I need to go in."
A trace of panic flashed through Leng Yifan's eyes. But after he spoke, the prodigies remained unmoved, each looking at him with a half-smiling expression.
"Someone has invited you to fight of their own accord. What are you afraid of? If you go up there now and fight him openly and honorably, I'll still respect you as a real man."
"That's right. If you go fight now, even if you die, we'll respect you."
"That's right, Leng Yifan. You're the Stone Clan's number one prodigy, at least. Don't make us look down on you."
"Go on. We'll watch from behind. Fight openly and honorably—even if you can't win, even if you die, we'll acknowledge you."
Hearing the strings of incitement, how could Leng Yifan not know what these people were thinking?
He stood where he was, gritted his teeth, and finally turned around slowly.
He could not afford to offend these people. Now, he had no choice but to face Ye Lin.
He suddenly regretted