Su Ye patted his arm.
"Stop. Close your eyes and rest. The rainy night won't last much longer."
Yin Zhan hesitated, glancing at her.
He didn't trust leaving her alone.
Su Ye's voice was calm.
"Your strikes are imprecise right now. You're more likely to get yourself killed.
"My own killing ability might not be the best, but anyone who wants to kill me will need a lot more practice."
And so, outside the Trial Realm, a strange scene unfolded.
Yin Zhan sheathed his Broken Blade, closed his eyes, and stood there with his head bowed.
All his aggression vanished in an instant. It was as if he had fallen asleep while the woman stood guard around him.
A pure white Brahma Flower Silk extended endlessly.
The audience in the Dark Arena was stunned. They didn't even care about who would win or lose anymore.
They were just shocked, wondering what on earth those two were doing.
'Do they have any idea this is a life-or-death competition?'
