"Are you Number Four? Excellent. I'm more interested in fighting you than Ling Tian." Lei Zhantian stared at him, his gaze burning with a battle lust that sent shivers down the spine.
His words, however, were rather ambiguous. An uninformed listener might have thought he had a... peculiar interest in men.
"I'm not interested in you, though." Lin Xuan shrugged. He could tell at a glance that Lei Zhantian was a hard case—the kind who fought with reckless abandon. 'Facing a battle junkie like this is the absolute worst.'
Just then, Chen Zhiquan raised the bamboo slip in his hand. "I forfeit…"
He was too injured to continue to the next assessment. More importantly, he was up against Ling Tian. He stood no chance of winning. Injured or not, it made no difference—the outcome would be the same. So, he had no choice but to concede.
Qing Piaoyun nodded, saying nothing. The gap in their strength was obvious, and with Chen Zhiquan's injury, Qing Piaoyun saw no reason to object.
