While everyone in the arena remained in a charged silence, it seemed as though the moment had frozen—as if time itself had come to a standstill. An uncomfortable feeling coiled through the air, pressing down on the chests of those present. Yu Tian slowly advanced toward Tang San, his steps steady and confident, like shadows creeping across a still surface at night. He appeared to harbor no emotions or doubts in his heart, as if everything around him was nothing more than a fleeting performance. His steps might have been slow, but they carried an immense weight, as though the power hidden behind that deliberate movement was cautiously touching the earth—yet its impact was profound.
His eyes held no trace of expression—fixed, intense, pulsing with something inhuman. He didn't care what would happen next; the bitter truth before him was clear. The challenge ahead was like a stone on the road, and whenever he encountered such obstacles, he simply stepped over them as if they were trivial details in the unstoppable path of his life.
Tang San paused for a moment, his eyes glinting with tension, as if trying to decipher the person approaching him with such eerie calm. This wasn't just an ordinary gaze—it was one of caution and assessment. His pupils dilated briefly as a new realization surfaced in his mind. There was something strange about this man, something he couldn't quite define, but deep down, he sensed that this was no ordinary opponent. An invisible danger loomed around him like black clouds heralding a terrible storm, and an uneasy feeling grew within him—something was missing from his calculations.
At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, her emotions in turmoil. Her heart still hadn't recovered from the aftermath of her fight with Dai Mubai, and her gaze lingered on Yu Tian. She observed how this man stood in the arena with absolute calm, yet his presence hinted at something far more powerful and enigmatic. A strange sensation gripped her—not fear, but a deep respect for the quiet intensity he exuded. She didn't dare intervene, yet she felt that things were about to explode.
"You…" Tang San murmured, his voice laced with doubt and confusion as he stood on guard. His hands tightened around the Clear Sky Hammer as if it were the only thing lending him strength in this moment—the sole bridge between him and an uncertain fate. "You're from Spirit Hall, aren't you?" The words slipped from his lips like an attempt to unravel a riddle growing more complex with each passing second.
Yu Tian smiled coldly—a smile devoid of any warmth or genuine reaction. His reply came swiftly, as though the question itself held no interest for him. "Spirit Hall?" he whispered, his voice utterly devoid of inflection. "No, I'm not one of them." His words were icy, spoken with lethal indifference, as if this entire confrontation was beneath his notice.
But Tang San wasn't swayed by the answer as Yu Tian might have hoped. On the contrary, his thoughts grew more unsettled. There was nothing ordinary about this man. The aura surrounding him amplified Tang San's unease. "Then it's you. After all of Spirit Hall's attempts to target me, they've sent someone else." These words were more than just an accusation—they were an attempt to grasp the reality he now faced. "But I should warn you, it's pointless. No matter who they send, they'll end up dead by my hand—only making me stronger in the end."
Despite his attempt at confidence, Tang San was deeply tense. The man before him radiated a terror that seeped into his very soul. Just Yu Tian's gaze alone made him feel as though death's shadow was wrapping around him. The others in the arena shared similar discomfort, all sensing the suffocating silence that had fallen over the place.
Yu Tian stood before him, his expression unchanging, as if this exchange of words meant nothing to him. He didn't even regard the gods of this world with importance—let alone Tang San, who was nothing more than an insect he could crush at will. He showed no reaction, no irritation, no interest in Tang San's words. "If that's what you believe, so be it." His voice was like quiet thunder, causing no disturbance in the air. He wasn't speaking to reassure—merely dismissing the words as noise carried away by the wind.
As Tang San watched him warily, his awareness sharpened. He now understood that this man was no ordinary threat. The aura around him was deeply unsettling. "If you're truly not from Spirit Hall, then why are you here?" he asked, struggling to find a logical explanation—though he knew, deep down, that none of this made sense.
Yu Tian answered calmly, as if discussing a mundane topic. "You're just a pebble in my path." The words were simple, yet they cut through the air like a whip—a merciless, ruthless declaration. "I won't waste time on meaningless debates. I'm only here to eliminate you." His voice held no human inflection, as though he didn't see Tang San as an opponent, but merely an urgent task to be completed.
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang felt tension seeping into his heart despite his vast experience. He knew Tang San was facing an unprecedented challenge. He studied Yu Tian's every move, his eyes filled with deep contemplation. "He's far too strong…" he muttered to himself, unable to hide his concern. He knew this battle could profoundly affect Tang San—perhaps even become a turning point in his life.
Meanwhile, Oscar stood beside Xiao Wu, his heart pounding. His initial thought had been that Yu Tian was just another obstacle in their path, but now he sensed something unnatural in the atmosphere. No matter how strong Tang San was, Yu Tian was clearly no ordinary foe. "This man…" Oscar whispered, his eyes full of worry. "It won't be easy for him."
As for Xiao Wu, her breathing was labored, her heart gripped by tension. She knew Tang San was facing a difficult challenge, but something about Yu Tian's demeanor unsettled her deeply. "Can he really do this?" she thought anxiously, as if this battle could spiral into something far greater than a mere fight for survival.
Everyone could feel the tension thickening the air. Zhu Zhuqing's thoughts drifted inward. "Is Brother Tian doing this for Sister Dong?" The thought made her heart twist with jealousy—just yesterday, she had given him her purity, and now he was fighting for another woman.
Then Yu Tian spoke again, his voice calm as he casually raised a hand. "If you wish to die with honor, go ahead." His words pierced the air like a knife through the suffocating silence. The threat was clear: Yu Tian didn't care who stood before him. This battle would not be fair.