As Lei Chong's words fell, voices of agreement rose one after another from all around.
A wave of fervent clamor erupted around the Arena.
Amid the lively atmosphere, three figures wreathed in scarlet flames slowly left the viewing stands and stepped into the Arena.
They did not fight immediately. Instead, they gave Lei Chong and the others slight bows.
"Please enlighten us, honored guests."
When it came to Ye Lin, the three of them deliberately addressed him as well.
After the pleasantries, the three began exchanging blows.
Vermilion Bird Divine Fire swept across the sky, taking the forms of flaming feathers, sharp talons, and all manner of shapes.
Their collisions erupted with terrifying booms and dazzling brilliance.
The battle looked incredibly spectacular, brimming with hot-blooded fervor.
Ye Lin stood with his hands behind his back, watching silently, his expression as calm as still water.
Though the fight was indeed splendid and the techniques dazzling, it could not stir the slightest interest in him.
This battle was not even as exciting as the previous one.
To be honest, the three of them combined were not a match for any one of the seven members of the White Tiger Clan.
Any one of those seven White Tiger Clan fellows could pin these three down and beat them.
There was simply not much to interest him.
A moment later, the battle came to a stop. None of the three had won, and none had lost.
Rather than a spar, it was more like a performance deliberately put on for Ye Lin.
Yet when they saw Ye Lin's indifferent expression, the three exchanged glances before ultimately stepping down from the Arena.
As the three left, others stepped up.
Match after match continued without end.
Strangely, after every match, the Vermilion Bird clansmen below would