Out in the wilderness.
With phlegm on his face, Ren Ye glanced at No. 11 and walked over. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Around them, the other players watched the pair with differing expressions. Some looked expectant, while others frowned, their thoughts unknown.
The clever Scholar, in particular, kept watching everyone else's expressions.
Seeing Ren Ye approach, No. 11 retained his teasing expression. "I didn't mean it. Heh, really sorry about that!"
Although he claimed it hadn't been deliberate, his smile was rather obnoxious, rather provocative.
Beneath the branches, the two stared at each other, sparks flying.
In the crowd, someone was inwardly screaming, Fight! Hurry up and fight! Let me see just what these eleven people left have up their sleeves.
"What are you looking at me for?!" No. 11 stepped forward, coming within half a meter of Ren Ye.
"I'm looking at you...!"
Just as the two seemed about to clash, Liu Ji Shan suddenly returned, holding up his pants. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you all sick in the head? There are plenty of competitive events coming up. What's the hurry?"
Everyone turned toward his voice and saw No. 1, Liu Ji Shan, demand bluntly, "Are you coming or not?"
After a brief silence, Tang Feng immediately went over to No. 11 and reached out a small hand to tug his arm. "Oh, come on. It's so early in the morning. Why is everyone so fired up? We don't even know what the second round is yet. Let's all calm down."
Then Tang Feng turned to Ren Ye and offered a punning explanation. "This young fellow might have been trying to send you a signal, to have a little spit-chat! His aim was just off."
Everyone smiled at that.
"Oh, so he wanted a spit-chat