The old man who had been announcing the battle situation from above vanished, yet not a single person on the entire arena made the first move.
Everyone looked at one another, and in the end, they all fell silent.
At this moment, no one struck first.
"I concede. I withdraw."
At last, one of them spoke softly.
He gave Ye Lin a deep look, then turned and left, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
"I concede as well."
"I concede. I withdraw."
"I'm withdrawing too."
For a time, the remaining three all conceded in succession.
And now, Ye Lin was the only one left on the entire arena.
"Fellow Daoist, I'll be watching you."
"I'll collect your corpse."
"Give it everything you've got."
If Ye Lin had not publicly offended Chu Jingming earlier, they would have fought this battle with all they had and done their utmost to contend for first place.
But now, they could not.
The man before them was no fool. Since he dared provoke Chu Jingming, it meant he had confidence.
They did not want to waste this man's strength either. They wanted Ye Lin to face Chu Jingming with an unbroken record of victories.
If you win, we will celebrate for you.
If you lose, we will collect your corpse.
Ye Lin might not know what kind of person Chu Jingming was, but they did.
Among the native geniuses of Cloud Province, countless had died at Chu Jingming's hands.
Some had been dissatisfied with Chu Jingming, while others had been his enemies.
After all, Chu Jingming had killed far too many geniuses.
Among them were their friends and relatives.
They had long found Chu Jingming unbearable.
But they did not have the strength to challenge Chu Jingming.
Now that someone had finally drawn his