C1387 A Wise Move
C1387 A Wise Move
The battle could be said to be quite intense, but it could also be said to be quite boring.
Although these martial artists were all at the first level of the Immortal Martial Stage, their combat experience was clearly incomparable to those in the front.
As for Ye Ziheng, he only casually swept a glance at the few people who were fighting on the 18 battlefields, and then sighed. He found a place to sleep. After about ten minutes, the winner and loser were finally decided. They were summoned once again.
However, the few fellows who had won the previous battles and entered the top fifty all revealed exhausted expressions.
"The competition for the top 50 has ended. Now it's the competition for the top 25. We..."
"General Yan ~"
Yan Qishan's words were interrupted once again, and his face instantly revealed an unhappy expression.
"I have taught you so many times, but you still can't learn it? Don't interrupt me when I'm talking!"
Yan Qishan roared angrily at the martial artist, scaring him so much that he almost fell on his butt. However, he still swallowed his saliva and said with a hint of fear.
"Well, everyone is very tired. Can you give us some time to rest?"
That martial artist mustered up his courage and said, but he did not dare to look at Yan Qishan.
"Rest? Do you want to rest?"
Yan Qishan asked with a threatening look in his eyes.
The martial artist's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and sweat began to form on his forehead.
"Everyone needs to rest."
"Do you need to rest!?"
Yan Qishan looked at those martial artists and asked loudly. That voice almost made the martial artists in front of him deaf.
"No need!"
Almost all the martial artists asked at the same time, because they knew very well that even if they said they needed it, Yan Qishan would not give them time to rest.
Seeing this, the martial artist was immediately speechless and could only shut up.
"Do you still want to rest?"
The martial artist shook his head.
"That's good. Now begin the next round of the competition. One on one draw lots. If you feel that you can't do it, then just forfeit!"
Then, the 18 people who had fought before all stood out.
"Do you want to forfeit?"
Yan Qishan asked. His tone was not as stern as before. Instead, it was very calm.
The few of them nodded.
Their strength wasn't considered strong amongst the group. It was a battle of equal strength. It was enough to exhaust their physical strength. There was no time for them to rest. If they could not recover their stamina, it was impossible for them to defeat their opponent. Thus, they could only choose to forfeit.
After Yan Qishan saw this, he nodded his head. There was no anger on his face, as if he did not feel unhappy about them retreating at the last minute.
"Do you think that I will be angry because of your retreat?"
Yan Qishan asked, but those martial artists who gave up did not dare to speak. They just lowered their heads deeply.
"No, actually I will not be angry because of your retreat."
When the martial artists heard this, they could not help but be stunned. They looked at Yan Qishan with a puzzled expression.
"It is not scary to retreat in the face of battle, because you know your own situation. It is impossible to defeat your enemy. So in my opinion, it's a wise decision to retreat. "