Zheng Shu looked around.
Countless gazes fell on him.
At that moment, there was no way back for him.
He had lost every last avenue of retreat.
He was already on the Arena. If he backed down now, he might not have lost the fight, but he would never be able to hold his head high again.
Or he would be mocked for the rest of his life.
Even if he went home, his elders would look down on him. They might even strip him of his status.
Once Zheng Shu had thought it all through, regret crept in.
Why did I come up here?
Damn it. If I'd known, I never would have come up.
Now he had put himself over the fire to roast.
The only choice left before him was to fight. There was not the slightest room to retreat.
"What's wrong? Don't dare make a move?"
"Are you afraid?"
"If you're scared, that's fine. Kneel before me and kowtow three times, and I'll let you go."
Zheng Shu stood motionless on the Arena, his expression growing uglier by the moment.
Su Cheng had no intention of letting him off. Instead, he kept provoking him.
"You're courting death."
Taunted like this, with someone practically sitting on his neck to do it, Zheng Shu could bear it no longer.
He tossed aside the folding fan in his hand, and an immensely powerful aura erupted from his body.
It became a terrifying wave of force that swept outward in every direction.
Countless cultivators staggered back several steps and stared at Zheng Shu on the Arena in horror.
What a terrifying aura.
That guy has been pushed completely over the edge.
"Zheng Shu's been pushed too far now. What a terrifying aura! He really is worthy of the Eastern Region