Lin Yun asked for one week. Iron Blood and the Blood Refining Ancestor considered it. They had no idea what trick Lin Yun had up his sleeve. A week was incredibly short, gone in the blink of an eye. The two of them couldn't imagine what use he could possibly have for a single week.
"Alright, we agree to your terms." After a long silence, Iron Blood finally gave his consent. 'He couldn't imagine how Lin Yun could possibly find a way to defeat a Martial Artist at the First Layer of the Qi Sea Realm in just one week.'
"Good. It's a deal," Lin Yun replied, his voice firm and resolute.
Seeing Lin Yun so stubbornly agree, Ye Yunlong, who was in the stands, was so furious he nearly coughed up blood. 'In his eyes, Lin Yun was simply courting death. The man had to be out of his mind.'
The two parties had reached an agreement in front of everyone. Even if Ye Yunlong wanted to intervene, there was nothing he could do. He had already cursed Lin Yun a thousand times over in his mind.
