Nie Yun followed close behind the others toward the circular platform. The moment he entered, the space before him opened up. Though the platform looked small from outside, it contained Formation space within, stretching beyond sight. Fifty people squeezed inside without feeling crowded in the slightest.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As soon as everyone entered, those with weaker strength immediately sought places to hide, afraid of being discovered and eliminated first.
"Lord Yun Tong, you injured Mu Xuan before. The Four Gentlemen certainly won't let you off..."
Nie Yun had only taken two steps when Zhao Xuan, who had spoken with him earlier, came up from behind and offered a cautious warning.
Though Zhao Xuan appeared dull and wooden, his true strength was not weak. Otherwise, he could not have passed several rounds in succession to reach the martial contest.
"Thank you for the warning. Do you want to form a team with me?" Nie Yun asked.
In these circumstances, if one wanted to claim the top three and earn His Majesty the Emperor's favor, one had to endure long enough. And if one wished to avoid being killed and thrown out by others, there was only one path—find trustworthy people and form a team!
In truth, Nie Yun had no need for a team at all. He only asked because he felt Zhao Xuan was a decent person and wanted to give him a hand.
"Thank you, my lord, but there's no need..."
After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Xuan ultimately shook his head. "All right, then. Leave quickly!"
Seeing that the other man chose to preserve himself wisely, Nie Yun said nothing more. He merely waved his hand casually.
"I'm sorry..."
Seeing his expression, Zhao Xuan knew he had missed his only chance to befriend this man before him.