Qin Siyang had always been good at reading people.
He was especially cautious now that he had inadvertently revealed his knowledge of God-Hunting Artifacts that no one else understood.
He noticed that Rong Xin no longer looked as composed as when they had first met.
Not only had his confidence vanished, but there was even a trace of fear in his expression.
Qin Siyang had merely tossed out a casual lie. To him, it was no different from letting out a fart, nothing worth dwelling on.
Naturally, he had never imagined that the flashlight artifact he had made up out of thin air would make Rong Xin feel death breathing down his neck.
In Qin Siyang's view, the students of Nanrong University might have been young, but none of them were fools.
With the enormous gap in experience and strength between opponents like him and Rong Xin, not to mention his overwhelming kingly presence, Rong Xin should have realized he would lose the moment their eyes met at the Combat Arena.
So Qin Siyang assumed that Rong Xin was afraid of losing.
He said to Rong Xin, "Senior Rong, you're already scared before you've even stepped into the Combat Arena. How are you going to fight me?"
"We're only sparring. If you intend to go for the kill, then I'm not going into the Combat Arena with you."
Qin Siyang scoffed. "Now that's something I don't quite understand, Senior Rong. You went to all this trouble to bring me here for a match, just so we could play house and stop at a light tap?"
"...Regardless, we can't fight to the death! If you want to put our lives on the line, I'm not fighting!"
"So you mean that if I say I'll fight with everything I have, you'll withdraw