The black staff, as if endlessly extending.
At the tip, a spherical bulge aimed straight at Chen Yu.
Aimed at him, too, were the gazes of hundreds of thousands in the audience and billions of viewers in front of their televisions.
"He... he's not actually going to accept the challenge, is he?" The plump neighbor, who had been watching the change in Chen Yu's expression through the broadcast screen, stood up in alarm.
Inside the preparation area, Chen Yu placed the severed limb of the previous female Transcendent on the ground, then without any hesitation, took a step forward.
"Whoa—"
The entire arena erupted in surprise.
"You can refuse," the invigilator couldn't help but step forward, reaching out to block Chen Yu, "Don't be rash."
"Why should I refuse?"
