"Get lost."
Ye Lin cast the man a glance and spoke coldly.
Wei Cheng no longer had the courage to retort, nor did he retain the arrogance he had shown when spouting threats earlier. All that remained was fear—fear that came from the depths of his soul.
He stood silently on the Arena. After giving Ye Lin a deep look, he turned and quietly left.
He said nothing, merely leaving on his own in silence.
"Next."
Ye Lin said calmly, Azure Frost in hand.
A moment later, the next opponent arrived.
His face was covered in stubble, and there was no light in his eyes. He looked like a walking corpse.
An incomparably dense Blood Baleful aura coiled around his body.
He gripped a weapon resembling a woodcutter's blade.
Fresh blood still stained its edge.
"Before making a move, I need to tell you something."
The man before him did not attack immediately. Instead, he raised his head and looked at Ye Lin.
"Either you kill me, or I kill you."
"If you're afraid, you can admit defeat now."
"If you don't want to be my enemy, I can admit defeat and leave now."
"So, state your choice."
The man's eyes were dim and lifeless as he stared blankly at Ye Lin, his tone incomparably cold.
"Hm?"
Ye Lin raised his brows at such a request.
What was wrong with this guy?
Did one of them have to die once they fought?
Ye Lin understood what he meant.
"Then fine. I don't want to be your enemy."
In the end, Ye Lin spoke slowly.
"You win."
The man merely glanced at Ye Lin before turning to leave. His back looked so desolate.
This abnormal behavior made Ye Lin furrow his brow.
But Ye Lin said nothing.
All he could do