Everyone stared blankly at Ye Chen, including the few who had come with Tie He. In their eyes, the calm-faced Ye Chen seemed to be the center of this world, exerting immense pressure on them. The Dragon Spring Sword in his hand was like Death's weapon; clearly an inanimate object, yet it made their hearts tremble.
"I actually lost!"
The sword hole between his brows slowly healed as Tie He regarded Ye Chen with uncertainty.
If that sword strike had unleashed its full power, even if he had not died, he would have been severely depleted. One more strike, and he would undoubtedly die. Of course, this was the Garden of the Gods. Even if he died, he could be revived, so that was not what worried him.
"You let me win."
Ye Chen cupped his fists.
"A loss is a loss. Here, one hundred thousand yuan stones."
Tie He tossed down ten boxes of yuan stones.
Then he added, "With your talent, you'll probably reach the fifth floor of the War God Pagoda soon and qualify to enter the Hunting Pagoda. When that time comes, many teams will surely invite you to join them. Let me remind you: when choosing a team, you must be cautious. If you aren't, people will die. A good friend of mine died on the Hunting Battlefield because he chose the wrong team. Their entire team was wiped out as well. The Garden of the Gods has a full capacity of five hundred people, but there are only a little over three hundred and eighty now. You can imagine the dangers involved."
After saying that, Tie He left with his friends.
"Thank you for the warning."
Ye Chen watched their departing backs.
"Tie He was right. You must be cautious, and then more cautious,