“Xi Yue, don’t you know that no one can interrupt a duel on the Divine Arena?” Chen Jian’s arrogant voice echoed across the stage. “I signed a life-or-death contract with that fool Anling Yao. The fight won’t end until one of us dies or leaves the arena. No one is allowed to interfere. Are you really planning to break the rules of the Divine Arena now?”
Xi Yue rose to her feet, her cold gaze locking onto Chen Jian as she sneered, “Is Dr. Chen blind? When I caught Anling Yao, he was already outside the arena. Yet here you are, still trying to finish him off even after he crossed the boundary. So, tell me, who’s breaking the laws of the Heavenly Medicine Valley?”
As Xi Yue finished her sentence, Dr. Chen’s expression shifted instantly.
Among the crowd, murmurs began to spread as onlookers quietly agreed—Anling Yao had indeed been kicked beyond the arena’s boundary at that moment.
A hint of panic stirred within Chen Jian. On the Divine Arena, he could toy with Anling Yao’s life as he pleased, but outside its bounds, such an act would be a serious crime.
“Jian!” A deep, stern voice suddenly called from below. Dr. Chen looked down to meet the knowing gaze of Chen Hongsen, and he immediately regained his posure.
Dr. Chen looked at Xi Yue with a mocking smile. “Whether Anling Yao actually crossed the boundary is still unclear. It’s your word against mine, and there’s no way to settle it. How about this—just like Anling Yao and I did, we sign a life-or-death contract and duel in the arena. The loser will kneel and beg the winner for forgiveness. What do you say?”
Of course, that’s assuming you’re still alive to kneel and beg for forgiveness once the duel is over.
Xi Yue sneered as she suddenly leaped into the air, landing gracefully on the arena.
In the left corner of the arena lay several contract stone slabs. Without even glancing at them, Xi Yue pressed her spiritual imprint onto one of the red slabs.
The crowd erupted in shock. The young woman hadn’t spoken a word, yet by signing the life-or-death contract, she had silently accepted Dr. Chen’s challenge.
But no matter how they looked at it, Xi Yue only appeared to be at the intermediate level of the Nascent Soul Stage, far weaker than Dr. Chen’s peak Nascent Soul Stage. In a true life-or-death duel, she was likely to end up with the same fate as Anling Yao.
The crowd couldn’t help but show looks of pity, shaking their heads and sighing in sympathy.
Chen Jian was overjoyed and wasted no time to move forward, imprinting his consciousness on the red stone.
Then, he looked at Xi Yue provocatively, “The contract has been signed. Can we start the petition?”
Xi Yue brushed off a speck of dust from her clothes and looked at him coolly. “Just to be clear,” she said, “once the life-or-death contract is signed, whether one is killed or crippled in the arena, it’s all their own doing, with no blame on anyone else?”
Dr. Chen burst into laughter at her words. “What’s this? Getting scared after signing the contract? Too bad—it’s too late now. I won’t give you any chance to leave the arena! Prepare to face an even worse fate than Anling Yao!”
With a sharp clang, the sword in Dr. Chen’s hand resonated, his aura surging as he charged at Xi Yue like an arrow released from the bow.
Xi Yue seemed oblivious to his attack, letting out a chilling smile. “Oh, that’s perfect,” she murmured. “Now I can strike without holding back.”
A shrill scream suddenly burst out in the arena, resounding through the sky.
The frantic screams, laced with agonizing pain, sent a chill down the spine of everyone who heard them.
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