Wen Huaixiao was speechless.
The host was at a loss of words too.
Who the heck was this competitor? Why was he persuading his opponent to hold back?
He might as well be late and directly forfeit the match!
The host ignored Ye Haoran's words. He cleared his throat and said, "Since both competitors are ready, let the match begin!"
At that moment, options popped up in front of Ye Haoran.
[Option 1: Jump off the spirit battle stage and forfeit. Reward: You will receive a good beating.]
[Option 2: Defeat the enemy and win the battle. Reward: You will receive a medium amount of spiritual power.]
[Option 3: Fake the match and pretend to do your best. Then, get knocked off the spirit battle stage. Reward: You will receive the Pretender title +1. Your deceits will appear even more convincing when the title is equipped.]
Ye Haoran looked at the options and naturally chose the second one.
Zhou Jianghai's face was still black. If Ye Haoran dared to lose, his funeral would be tomorrow.
However, the reward for option 2 seemed too little. Could it be that the system felt that he couldn't beat the other party, so it promised a simple reward?
At the thought of this, Ye Haoran was secretly on guard. He could not afford to lose the first battle.
With a flash of silver light, the host was taken away from the spirit battle stage by a spatial skill. Only Ye Haoran and Wen Huaixiao were left on the stage.
Wen Huaixiao combed back his slicked-back hair and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. He then slowly said, "Hello, I see that you don't like fighting and killing either. Why don't we have a battle of wits?"
Ye Haoran looked at him with a confused look.
The host was also shocked.
What was with this idiot? A battle of wits on the spirit battle stage?
Ye Haoran was also at a loss for words. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately summoned his little goldfish.
A 1-star contract spirit?
A burst of booing came from the audience. Did these two come here for an excursion?
With such a low star, how trashy was the talent of this contract spirit? Its combat power would definitely be weak!
Ye Haoran held the fish tank in front of his chest as he cautiously looked at Wen Huaixiao.
Even a lion would use its full strength when hunting a rabbit. His opponent had a 4-star contract spirit. Ye Haoran was aware that he might be a rabbit attempting to fight a lion.
Seeing that his suggestion had been rejected, Wen Huaixiao sighed. With a wave of his hand, a white ball that was a foot in diameter appeared in his hand.
The audience was astonished.
What the hell was this white thing? Was this an enormous glutinous rice ball?
If it wasn't for the fact that the white ball had eyes, no one would be able to tell that it was a contract spirit.
Wen Huaixiao coughed a few times. He revealed a warm smile as he said, "You go first. I'll give you a one-move handicap."
The audience's interest was instantly piqued. Every move in a battle between spiritualists was extremely important. Since Wen Huaixiao dared to let his opponent have a one-move advantage, it meant that he had the strength to back it.
Ye Haoran shook his head like a rattle and said, "Nevermind. I'll let you go first."
He wasn't sure if his opponent was telling the truth when the latter said he would give him a one-move advantage? What if he was lying?
If the other party was preparing to unleash a powerful move and he just rushed over to take the skill head-on, Zhou Jianghai would skin him alive when he returned.
Seeing Ye Haoran's disagreement, Wen Huaixiao advised again, "You go first. I don't like to make the first move."
Ye Haoran said with a serious look, "You go first. I value virtue over my own advantage."
Just like that, the two of them, one with a big white ball and the other with a big fish tank, began to give way to each other.
Someone from the audience shouted, "Are you going to fight or not? What the hell are you two doing?"
"I'm in a hurry to go home for dinner. Are the two of you chatting?"
"One of you is holding a round fish tank, and the other is holding a white ball. Are the two of you going to draw a lottery with your items?"
"If you aren't going to fight, get down from the stage!"
The audience was instantly indignant. They had not bought tickets to watch the two of them stare at each other.
Ye Haoran was a little suspicious. He said, "Um, why don't I..."
Just as he said that, he directly unleashed a Divine Dragon Swinging Tail.
Even if he made the first move, he would unleash a sneak attack!
"What?"
Wen Huaixiao hadn't expected him to launch a sneak attack, but he swiftly reacted to it. He threw the white ball in his hands.
Bang!
With a muffled, dull thud, the white ball was hit by the dragon tail and bounced on the ground. Then, it returned to Wen Huaixiao's hands.
"Its defense is pretty good!" exclaimed Ye Haoran as his eyes flickered.
As expected of a 4-star contract spirit, it could actually withstand his Divine Dragon Swinging Tail!
On the other side, Wen Huaixiao made a hand seal and streams of spiritual power entered the white ball.
The white ball suddenly opened its eyes wide, and a white eye mark instantly appeared on Ye Haoran's forehead.
What was this? A directional skill?
Ye Haoran touched the mark on his forehead. He could not remove it with his spiritual power. It was an unremovable mark.
As far as he knew, this kind of mark was usually used to indicate targets for the directional skill.
Ye Haoran immediately took a few steps back and got into a fighting stance, silently preparing his skills.
A minute later, Wen Huaixiao was still holding his white ball. The white ball in his hands was staring at Ye Haoran with its big eyes, as if it was going to release its skill at any moment.
However, the white ball had been in this state for more than a minute. It was taking too long!
Ye Haoran massaged his shoulders. He was already in a fighting stance, yet his opponent seemed to be all bark and no bite!
Ye Haoran's legs were going numb!
Didn't his opponent have any offensive skills?
Ye Haoran was increasingly convinced of his judgment, especially regarding the reward given by the system.
He had initially believed that the system had no faith in him winning the battle. However, now he understood that the system had issued a simple reward because it thought this match was too easy.
Ye Haoran walked straight to the middle of the stage, stretched his neck and said, "Come, hit me with your skills"
Wen Huaixiao fell silent.
The audience around them were speechless. The two of them were really dawdling for no good reason.
Suddenly, Wen Huaixiao sighed and the white ball in his hand deflated.
He said, "Since you've already seen through me, let's end this."
After saying that, he turned to the judge and said, "I admit defeat!"
The judge frowned and warned, "If you admit defeat without a valid reason, you'll be blacklisted!"
"Uh..." Wen Huaixiao scratched his head as he pointed at the little ball in his hand and said, "This is a scouting-type contract spirit. It doesn't have any combat power."
The judge was dumbfounded.
He had never expected that the powerful 4-star contract spirit would be so useless.
The audience was in an uproar. How dare he participate in the competition with a scouting-type contract spirit. Was he for real?
[Reward obtained: You have received a medium amount of spiritual power.]
Wen Huaixiao walked to Ye Haoran's side and gave him a friendly smile as he said, "Well, I'm sorry. I just wanted to use the aura of a 4-star contract spirit to scare people. I've wasted your time."
Ye Haoran waved his hand to show that he didn't mind. However, he didn't sense any intimidating aura from Wen Huaixiao. Even after the fight, he hadn't even noticed the other party's spiritualist level.
He left the spirit battle stage and went to the spectator area. Zhou Jianghai appeared friendly.
"Not bad, even though it is a waste of time!"
Su Chen glanced at him. He muttered internally, "Your mood swings are too drastic. How did you manage to put on an entirely new face? Even the Sichuan Opera performers would be astonished at the speed you change your face."