"You, come up!"
The young man was Wang Yun, his face turned deathly pale, and his legs involuntarily started trembling.
"I... I..."
Gu Sheng walked over to Wang Yun and patted him.
"Go, if you can't win, just surrender. No one will blame you."
"But... but..."
Wang Yun's voice trembled, his eyes full of fear.
"No buts."
Gu Sheng lowered his voice.
"The Holy Land has a belly full of anger right now, someone has to let them vent. Don't worry, surrendering is not shameful."
Wang Yun finally nodded with difficulty, dragging his heavy steps towards the arena.
Zhuang Feichen was already standing on the stage, arms crossed, eyes full of disdain.
"What are you dawdling about? Hurry up and come face your death!"
Wang Yun shivered all over, almost tripped on the steps, causing a burst of laughter from the Holy Land disciples below.
"Look, another ignorant fool!"
"Brother Zhuang, finish him in one move!"
"Let him know the consequences of offending the Holy Land!"
