"Kill."
Ye Lin stamped a foot on the Arena and vanished from sight.
He had yet to arrive, but his Sword Qi reached Chu Jingming first.
Before the terrifying Sword Qi could get close, however, Chu Jingming shattered it with a flick of his finger.
One deadly attack after another dissolved into nothingness just as it neared him.
No matter what Ye Lin tried, he could not harm Chu Jingming in the slightest.
Chu Jingming strolled backward as though taking a leisurely walk, dissolving each burst of Sword Qi in the air.
"Not bad. Not bad at all. Now this is getting interesting. Keep going!"
Chu Jingming chuckled as he retreated.
The powerful onlookers were utterly disappointed.
Chu Jingming was toying with Ye Lin. That was all this was.
A one-sided game.
There was no suspense left in this fight.
Ye Lin was bound to lose.
"Fellow Daoist, why did you have to care so much about saving face? Is it really that important?"
Nangong Xuanyi, who had been watching in silence, could not help grumbling.
Ye Lin would lose this fight. Nangong Xuanyi was certain of it.
As far as he could see, Ye Lin cared far too much about his pride.
And now he was going to lose his life over it.
Even if he had backed down before Chu Jingming, no one would have laughed at him. Everyone else had backed down too.
One person backing down might be mocked, but when everyone did it, there was nothing to mock.
Ye Lin's fate had seemed sealed from the start of the fight: Chu Jingming would beat him to death.
Alas... I'm going to lose another friend.
This was what came of slapping his own face swollen to look like a fat man.
There was no need for