Who Was Setting the Trap, and Who Walked Into It?

"What a vicious style! Xia Pingyun is risking his life!"

As Xia Pingyun charged forward to kill, cries of alarm rose from beneath the arena.

After a normal long-range exchange, once the fighters closed in, the first thing both sides should have done was assess their results, compare their conditions, and then decide what to do next.

In the city cultivators' understanding, these two had both begun with exceptionally long sniping ranges. The spiritual power and effort they had expended could not have been insignificant. Now that they had drawn close, probing one another should have been the priority.

After all, if one rashly went all out in a life-or-death gamble, and the opponent still had enough strength left to evade that wave of attacks, then the side with no time to recover would become fish on the chopping block, ready to be slaughtered.

"Xia Pingyun really is too reckless."

Someone could not help muttering, seeming somewhat resentful.

When two young men of considerable renown within the city fought on the arena, betting was inevitable. Those able to reside in the city were all martial-minded cultivators striving to advance, so naturally they could not resist such a spectacle.

Xia Pingyun had not fought many times in the city before, but whenever he did, he struck like thunder—sharp and elite. Combined with his genuinely outstanding cultivation and talent, while Ji Ye was still a cultivator one stage beneath him, far more people had placed their bets on Xia Pingyun.

Now, seeing Xia Pingyun at a disadvantage yet still fighting so ferociously, they naturally felt dissatisfied.

"Idiot. If Xia Pingyun feared retreat now, that would be truly handing victory over on a silver platter."

Yet just as that man cursed aloud, someone beside him spoke with disdain.

The cultivator who spoke was