The competition between Xiao Zheng and Yang Cheng was moved to an arena.
The arena was significantly larger than a regular fighting stage—probably to allow the competitors freedom without constraints.
"Evil God, you better pull your punches later!"
Before stepping onto the stage, Yang Cheng spoke teasingly, his voice dripping with disdain. If Zhu Chanji weren't there, he probably would have cursed outright instead of just mocking.
Previously Xiao Zheng had been overly arrogant, claiming that he didn't feel like killing anyone today, so Yang Cheng was lucky. Anyone would be infuriated by such words.
Yang Cheng's sarcasm could hardly provoke a reaction from him; he didn't even bother to roll his eyes. Perhaps it was because he had heard about Qingsi's death; he was in low spirits, having no desire to conflict with anyone or to kill.
That's why Xiao Zheng had ignored Yang Cheng's earlier provocations.
