Chen Beiming felt even more confident in himself and looked down on Lin Dong even more.
At the peak of Lotus Peak, Old Dong and Old Gong, who were playing chess while watching the battle, had already stopped playing.
Old Gong said with a smile while looking into the distance, "Old Dong, it seems like you're going to lose this time."
"That Master Lin, he's simply no match for Chen Beiming."
Old Dong also sighed, "It seems that I had overestimated that Master Lin."
Old Gong laughingly said, "I told you, the younger generation still has a long way to go. This Master Lin does indeed have potential, but pity that he doesn't know how to hide his capabilities."
"If he is killed by Chen Beiming today, it would be such a pity. Old Gong, shall we intervene later?" Moved by his admiration of talent, Old Dong was unwilling to see Lin Dong killed by Chen Beiming.
However, Old Gong said gravely, "We must not. This is a fair fight, and we, as Martial Arbiters, cannot intervene!"
