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In the center of the circular arena with a diameter of twenty thousand meters, two figures stood a kilometer apart.
"Young man, you are very talented, and your future achievements are boundless, but the smart choice would be to admit defeat. I don't want to destroy you,"
the Camel Mountain Knife King said coolly as he looked at Shi Xiaole.
An extreme Ninth Tier Earth Immortal and an ordinary Ninth Tier Earth Immortal were entirely different concepts. He also didn't believe that the opponent could increase by two tiers within a year, which was impossible.
"You should admit defeat."
Shi Xiaole heard a few sincere words from his opponent's mouth and similarly advised.
Once a bow is drawn, the arrow must be released; all he could do was strive for victory. This had nothing to do with good or evil, but merely everyone fighting for themselves.
"Do you really have that much confidence? Unfortunately, I, who have lived so many years, cannot possibly become the slave of another,"
