Yun Qing held his spear in one hand, its tip angled toward the ground. His composure, as though he looked down upon all beneath heaven, formed a powerful force field.
Every contestant's heart tightened at that instant. Their gazes were drawn involuntarily to the black-robed figure who stood at the very center of the battlefield yet seemed utterly removed from it.
He needed no declaration of war. Merely standing in the center of the battlefield weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, as though they faced an insurmountable divine mountain that had stood since time immemorial.
His very existence was the most domineering, most direct declaration of war against every opponent.
Naturally, while the situation remained unclear, no one wanted to be the first to challenge this unfathomable Eldest Young Master.
The Second Young Master, Yun Tianluo, received the same "treatment." After all, no one wanted to provoke a brute who would politely call you brother one second, then pull out an axe and make you call him grandpa the next.
From the high platform, Yun Huang took it all in. Seeing Yun Qing standing idly with his spear, the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. A voice transmission, betraying neither pleasure nor anger, landed in Yun Qing's Sea of Consciousness. "You certainly know how to slack off. Standing there as a decoration?"
Yun Qing's reply echoed with amusement. "If I cleared the field so early, wouldn't that spoil a great deal of fun? I ought to give the others a chance to show what they can do."
At his brimming confidence, Yun Huang offered no comment, turning his pale golden eyes toward the other parts of the battlefield.
By now, the six challengers knew they would likely be the young masters' first targets for elimination, and each adopted a strategy