Imprisoned Dragon and Iron Blood Young Master were both heavily injured. Meanwhile, the Blood Refining Ancestor, who had prepared another treasure, looked at his disciple and said in a low voice,
"Disciple, you must trick him into giving up his inheritance later. If you can't get it, it doesn't matter even if you have to kill him."
Hearing this, the Blood Refining Young Master nodded. A bloodthirsty glint appeared in his eyes as he looked at Lin Yun. "I understand."
The second match began. The Blood Refining Young Master and Lin Yun both walked onto the arena stage. Staring at Lin Yun, who was only ten paces away, the Blood Refining Young Master sneered, "Lin Yun, since we're just sparring among friends, how about we raise the stakes?"
At these words, a wicked grin touched the corners of Lin Yun's mouth. 'Heh, I was waiting for you to say that,' he thought.
"What kind of bet?" Lin Yun asked, his face a mask of calm.
