Refuse to Accept It? See You on the Life-and-Death Arena!

The old man stepped onto the arena, glanced at Gao Tianba's corpse on the ground, and frowned deeply, displeasure written across his face. He looked at Lin Ming, his tone reproachful and carrying a hint of unquestionable authority:

"Lin Ming! You have already won, so why did you have to be so ruthless? Among peers, sparring and competition are enough. Why must you wipe him out completely? Spare others when you can. A Warrior should have the tolerance to accommodate others! With such a vicious heart, how will you ever achieve greatness?"

He put on the airs of an instructor, hiding behind the banners of "guiding the younger generation" and "maintaining harmony within the camp." Clearly, he wanted to make an issue out of this—perhaps because of his ties to the Gao Household, or perhaps he simply disliked Lin Ming's ruthlessness.

The clamor below the stage quieted somewhat as everyone turned to look at the arena, waiting to see how Lin Ming would respond. Once an instructor stepped in, the nature of things changed.

Lin Ming looked at the instructor who had suddenly appeared and listened to his high-sounding words without even furrowing his brow. He slowly raised the Silver Frost Spear in his hand, its tip still dripping with blood.

Just as everyone thought he would explain himself or lower his head and admit fault—

Splat!

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Ming sent the spear tip darting out like a venomous snake's tongue, slicing precisely across Gao Tianba's throat. It completely extinguished his last faint trace of life, ensuring he was dead beyond doubt.

Only then did he raise his head and look at the instructor, whose face had instantly turned livid. His tone remained calm, as though he had merely done what was natural:

"On the