On the battle arena, Chai Yang gritted his teeth.
At this very moment, who could understand the complexity of his emotions? It's like bad luck accumulated over eight lifetimes!
"We meet again!" Jing Yan greeted Chai Yang with a smile.
"Meet again? Who the hell wants to meet you?" Chai Yang rolled his eyes, screaming internally.
At this time, Supreme Elder Yong Ming had already announced the start of the fourth round of matches.
"Wait a minute!" Chai Yang raised his arm, palm forward.
"You still have something to say?" Jing Yan squinted.
"Um... could you do me a favor? Let me walk off the arena myself." Chai Yang said with a forced smile.
He knew there was no chance of him winning against Jing Yan. If they fought, he would be undoubtedly defeated and possibly injured. Besides, leaving voluntarily was clearly more graceful than being thrown out.
"Alright, I'll give you that face." Jing Yan didn't hesitate to agree.
Advancing without having to make a move, why not enjoy it?
