C93 (1/2)

The battle continued on at the same pace. On the other arenas, the young martial artists were in a fervent battle. One punch, one palm, two swords, and the sound of metal clashing rang out. It was extremely lively.

Arena number four was fine for the rest of the time, but as long as it was Ling Yan's turn to go up on stage, his opponents would all bow their heads and admit defeat on the spot. They didn't even have the courage to fight, even if they didn't have the opportunity to join the Crimson Nimbus Martial School.

Logically speaking, even if one's strength was insufficient, as a martial artist, especially a martial artist who had passed the first trial of perseverance, they wouldn't be able to submit without fighting a strong opponent. But for some reason, those young martial artists had done so.

”Next match, No.439 against No.440, please make your preparations.”

”I... ”I concede …”

Number 440 was a young martial artist at the second level of the Nascent Soul Stage. Looking at Ling Yan's expressionless face, he felt that he had been targeted by a terrifying vicious beast, and he immediately said with a trembling voice.

”…”

”Next match, No.439 against No.442, please make your preparations.”

”About that, I admit defeat …”

Number 442, a young martial artist at the second level of the Nascent Soul Stage, shook his hand shakily and then jumped down from the arena.

”…”

”Next match # 439 against # 452, please make your preparations.”

”Wu wu, so terrifying. I won't fight anymore, I want to go home …”

This was a young female martial artist at the second level of the Mortal Stage. She seemed to be so frightened that she didn't even dare to go up the stage. She directly gave up on the match with a trembling voice and ran out of the crowd.

”Next, No.427 against No.438, please make your preparations.”

”Admit defeat!”