"Please, Fellow Daoist Ye Lin."
Baili Tusu extended a hand toward Ye Lin, every bit the picture of courtesy, carrying himself like a grandmaster of his generation.
Ye Lin stood before him with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face.
"You are the guest, so naturally, you go first."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony."
Baili Tusu smiled faintly and did not continue to insist.
The next moment, Ye Lin saw a streak of light flash before his eyes.
Baili Tusu, who had been standing where he was, had already vanished.
"Speed."
Ye Lin lightly stepped forward with his left foot, shifting gently to the left.
Baili Tusu appeared exactly where Ye Lin had just been standing.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, what incredible speed."
"You too."
The two darted back and forth across the Arena like a cat chasing a mouse, having the time of their lives.
The surrounding spectators were utterly dumbfounded by the sight.
Where was the earth-shattering battle they had been promised?
Where was the thrilling showdown they had been promised?
What the hell was this cat-and-mouse game?
One of these two was chasing, while the other was running.
And this was with the barrier restricting them.
They had no doubt that without the barrier's restrictions, the two of them would have simply run off on the spot.
Time continued to pass, while the horseplay on the Arena continued unabated.
The spectators were left utterly speechless.
They had come from thousands of miles away and waited bitterly for an entire month, only for this?
"Although these two are incredibly fast and their speed startles me, does this really look like a fight to the death?"
"I feel the same. It looks like the two of them are playing house on the Arena."
"Could