"I admit defeat!"
A somewhat panicked voice echoed throughout the massive competition arena spanning hundreds of meters.
As a contestant in the preliminary competition shouted in disarray, the sharp dark silver spear blade suddenly halted at the tip of his nose. Even without any force emanating outward, the glint of the spear tip, shining bright with an intimidating cold light, still made the contestant feel the threat of death looming over him.
A drop of cold sweat involuntarily gathered on his forehead, trickling down from the tip of his nose.
He unwittingly raised his head to meet the icy, murderous gaze of the young man opposite him and couldn't help but shudder.
How... how terrifying.
"Thanks for the match." Lin Su calmly retracted his Shadow Spear, turned, and left the arena,
Qiuqiu and Ghost, who had swiftly subdued the opponent's two beast pets, quickly stopped and followed him.
