"Do you still want to compete?"
Xiao Yi raised the three scrolls in his hand and looked at Fang Tianchi with a subtle smile.
Until this moment...
Only then did Fang Tianchi and the others withdraw from that mystical realm brought about by Xiao Yi's manipulation of the fate disks, their faces flushed, deeply ashamed.
Especially Fang Tianchi.
His face, already pale from the backlash of his shattered fate disk, now showed a trace of embarrassment.
Compete?
Why even bother!
I used every method I had, and could barely activate one fate disk.
Yet you, sir, casually control three fate disks at once, and your skill is clearly honed to perfection, not just for show but genuinely powerful.
This is real talent!
Continuing to compete now would be like searching for a lantern in a latrine — looking for trouble!
Whew!
Fang Tianchi let out a long breath, no longer holding any pride or arrogance, and bowed deeply to Xiao Yi, "I, Fang, concede!"
