Chapter 1722: This Is a Problem!

"Jiang Nan says what? Concede?"

"Are you kidding? The top contender, and he actually conceded..."

"This... retreating without a fight, this guy is such a coward!"

...

Everyone had expected to see a thrilling match, but who would have thought Jiang Nan would concede outright? It left everyone utterly stunned.

Everyone assumed the final eight showdown would shake heaven and earth.

But in the first round, Ning Tianping forfeited, and in the second round, Jiang Nan conceded.

Could it get any more ridiculous?

If it were someone else, it might be understandable, but Jiang Nan was a top contender for the championship.

Although Xiahou Yun was strong, no one thought Jiang Nan was inferior; in fact, he was considered even better.

And now, without even fighting, he just conceded.

"You can kill Xiahou Yun, but I can't, so... there's nothing to fight. You're stronger than me. No point wasting energy." Jiang Nan waved his hand and stepped off the arena.

Ye Yuan was taken aback, not expecting this guy to be so straightforward.

At his level, even if he knew there was no hope, he would still try to fight for it.

But this guy seemed uninterested in everything.

Still, winning without a fight was something Ye Yuan had no reason to complain about.

On the other side, Mo Fei also cleanly defeated his opponent.

Thus, the final showdown would be between Ye Yuan and Mo Fei.

During the break, Mo Fei approached Jiang Nan, looking displeased. "Have you no shame? Conceding outright!"

Jiang Nan shrugged nonchalantly. "Knowing I can't win, why waste the effort? What if he cuts me in half with one sword? That death is too gruesome. I don't want to end up like Xiahou Yun."

Mo Fei's expression changed at these words, recalling Xiahou Yun's death, and a chill ran through his heart.

Jiang Nan spoke lightly, but in truth, like himself, he was afraid!

Once they actually crossed swords, life and death would be uncertain.

Just how strong was Ye Yuan? They hadn't seen it with their own eyes, so no one could say for sure.

Moreover, if Ye Yuan was bloodthirsty, the consequence... could only be being split in two.

Thinking this, Mo Fei's face darkened. "Jiang Nan, you despicable coward!"

Jiang Nan shrugged lazily. "Don't wrong a good man. I just don't want to make unnecessary sacrifices."

Mo Fei's face turned livid. "Don't you want to see how he killed Xiahou Yun?"

Jiang Nan smiled lazily. "Of course I do, but I don't want to risk my life to see it!"

Mo Fei gritted his teeth. "So you deliberately conceded to make me test his depth?"

Jiang Nan smiled. "You don't have to test him. I'm not forcing you."

"You!" Mo Fei was itching with hatred but helpless.

This guy's curiosity was definitely no less than his own.

At their level, it was rare to find an opponent among their peers.

But now, a ridiculously powerful Divine Lord Third Layer had suddenly appeared, crossing three minor realms to kill Xiahou Yun. How could they not be curious?

But curiosity killed the cat!

Sometimes, satisfying one's curiosity came at the cost of one's life!

Unfortunately, Jiang Nan had encountered Ye Yuan first, and he had wisely conceded.

He had stood on the arena staring at Ye Yuan for a long time before finally uttering those three words, showing that he had struggled inwardly.

As a result, he had thrown this huge problem to Mo Fei.

So, would he concede or not?

This was a problem!

That was why Mo Fei cursed Jiang Nan as despicable.

Mo Fei's head was spinning. He really wanted to see what Ye Yuan had used to kill Xiahou Yun.

But if he ended up like Xiahou Yun, that would be a huge joke.

"The final battle begins: Ye Yuan versus Mo Fei!"

Just then, the referee's voice rang out, making Mo Fei's heart tighten.

Ye Yuan walked slowly onto the arena. Mo Fei's face changed repeatedly, but he didn't move.

"Hey, it's your turn." Jiang Nan, seeing him frozen, reminded him irresponsibly.

Mo Fei's mind was in turmoil, his feet rooted to the ground.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were on Mo Fei.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Mo Fei moved his feet, though they felt heavy.

Standing on the arena, meeting Ye Yuan's eyes, Mo Fei felt as if he were dreaming.

Before participating in the Hundred Battle Arena, he never imagined his final opponent would be this young man.

He had thought his opponent would be Xiahou Yun, Jiang Nan, or even some extremely powerful Divine Lord Fifth Layer.

But a Divine Lord Third Layer? He wouldn't even consider it.

Yet this Divine Lord Third Layer before him brought immense pressure.

Should he test the sword with his life?

"What's wrong with Mo Fei? He wasn't like this before!"

"Exactly. On the arena, he had a domineering aura that no one could stop. What's happened now?"

"He's not going to concede like Jiang Nan, is he?"

...

In the stands, there were still many spectators who didn't know the truth.

Even before this match, Mo Fei had exuded the demeanor of a master, aloof and sharp.

But now, his demeanor had changed drastically, leaving many puzzled.

Ye Yuan looked at Mo Fei, also confused.

Was fighting him really that stressful?

If you can win, fight; if you can't, concede. What's the big deal?

Ye Yuan had no idea how much psychological impact his one-sword kill of Xiahou Yun had on these two.

Under normal circumstances, Ye Yuan wouldn't have been so ruthless.

But he had no grudge against Xiahou Yun, yet the latter had wanted to kill him on the arena—that was unforgivable.

In truth, killing Xiahou Yun was not easy for Ye Yuan.

His ease was only apparent to outsiders.

Just then, Mo Fei seemed to make a huge decision. He took a deep breath, stared at Ye Yuan, and said, "Ye Yuan, I want to see the move you used to kill Xiahou Yun!"

Ye Yuan raised an eyebrow, suddenly understanding, and nodded. "Alright!"

Below the arena, Jiang Nan heard Mo Fei's words and a sly smile crept across his lips.

On the arena, Mo Fei was on high alert, fully prepared.

Ye Yuan slowly drew Junyi Sword, and his aura suddenly changed, becoming ethereal.

As before, Ye Yuan's sword disappeared!

Mo Fei and Jiang Nan saw this sword and their expressions changed drastically.

"Sword Dao Law fused with Space Law!" Jiang Nan exclaimed.

Fusing supreme laws was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

At that moment, they finally understood why Xiahou Yun had been killed.

Who could block this sword?

An extremely dangerous feeling surged in Mo Fei's heart. He opened his mouth to surrender.

But it was too late.

At that moment, Ye Yuan had already moved.

Mo Fei's words were stuck in his throat.

Swish!

Ye Yuan's figure vanished!