"Haha! Big Brother! It's finally my turn! Don't blame me for taking advantage of how much magic power you've used up!" Ye Shisan flew down and laughed at Wang Yan, brimming with excitement. "I finally get to spar with you!"
"So you finally decided to come out!" Seeing how excited Ye Shisan was, Wang Yan shrugged, then paused and smiled. "But we won't be fighting after all...!" With that, he turned to Ling Daozi. "Martial Uncle! I concede!"
"Huh?" Ye Shisan cried in disappointment. "Big Brother! You can't do this...!"
"Do your best!" Wang Yan shrugged and spoke lightly, seemingly unconcerned. He summoned his flying sword and flew straight up toward Yellow Cloud Peak's boat...
"Big Brother! You're messing with me...!" Ye Shisan roared in a towering rage...
"Do your best! I can't beat you!" Wang Yan called back. "I concede...!"
Meanwhile...
"What!? Senior Brother Wang Yan actually conceded?"
"Yeah! He must have used up too much magic power, right?"
"Ye Shisan is really strong too. Martial Uncle Wang Yan probably doesn't have enough magic power left to beat him...!"
"What are you talking about! He still shouldn't leave without a fight!"
"From the way they spoke, they seem to know each other!"
"Could he be throwing the match?"
"That wouldn't be good...!"
"Exactly! He should at least wear down his magic power for the disciples fighting after him!"
"Senior Brother Wang Yan has already beaten six disciples. He has a chance at first place...!"
"Yeah! There's no point in fighting any longer...!"
"That's right! There are only six other disciples left. No matter how strong Ye Shisan is, he can't possibly beat all the remaining disciples!"
"So that's it. Martial Uncle Wang Yan has planned this well...!"
"...!"
The disciples and cultivators watching began discussing it among themselves. Some