The atmosphere froze over the empty training ground.
Di Tian stood rooted to the spot, his black robe stirring slightly, his expression a jumble of feelings and his heart full of frustration and helplessness.
That brat Xiao Chen was impervious to every approach, soft or hard. No matter how Di Tian explained, he remained dead set against taking up the offer to spar.
His perfectly good plan had been disrupted. He had intended to seize the opportunity to teach Xiao Chen a lesson and recover the face he had lost yesterday, but now he had no way to begin.
But unless the Lord called a halt, he could not simply back down. He still had to get this brat onto the field. What a struggle.
Left with no other choice, Di Tian could only grit his teeth inwardly and plan to impose some restrictions on himself to dispel Xiao Chen's concerns.
He hoped that would work and make the brat agree to fight.
Di Tian suppressed his impatience, deliberately softened his tone, and said in a low voice, "How about this? I'll voluntarily impose restrictions on myself. Surely that will do?"
Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow and asked mildly, "Such as?"
Di Tian spoke slowly. "I won't reveal my soul rings or use any soul skills. I'll fight you using only my martial soul throughout. How about it?"
"No."
Xiao Chen rejected him without a second thought.
Did he really think I was an idiot?
Do you even have soul rings, Di Tian? Yet you're offering not to reveal them.
Do you have soul skills? Yet you're banning them.
Di Tian faltered slightly at his words, clearly not expecting Xiao Chen to reject even these terms. Growing ever more frustrated, he could only yield further:
"...Then how about this? You