If nothing else, the outcome will be decided in one fell swoop.
Sure enough, not long after, after the two men had almost rested, they all stood up and walked to the center of the ring.
Since the thunder started, the two of them had not communicated with each other, and there was almost no reaction except for eye contact.
However, now they were staring at each other silently, and it took a while before anyone spoke.
The person who spoke was a monk from the He family, "I can't tell, you look like a weakling, but you are quite able to withstand a beating."
After the words fell, Yang Tian suddenly raised the corner of his mouth.
Such words sound provocative to one's ears.
Sure enough, after hearing this, the monk from the Wu family sneered, and a touch of disdain appeared on his face.
"Then you're not bad, you look like a stupid guy, and you'll be able to use your brain a bit when the time comes."
After the words fell, it was the He family monk's turn to look livid again.
Seeing them talking back and forth to each other, the onlookers around them became more and more excited.
"Fight! Fight! Destroy him!"
"Come on! Don't be timid, just do it!"
"The Wu family will win!"
"The He family will definitely win!"
...
Listening to the noisy sounds around him and seeing their excited expressions, Yang Tian just glanced at them and then looked away again.
This group of people shouted very enthusiastically, but they didn't consider the thoughts of the two people on the field at all.
In fact, the two of them are already strong crossbows at this time. If they continue to fight, there is no guarantee that there will be no sequelae.
The best way now is to let one of them admit defeat on their own initiative and retreat to take a good rest.
However, Yang Tian turned his head and glanced at the head of the Wu family. Seeing his tightly clenched fists and the constant excitement on his face, he quickly gave up the idea of persuading him.
Then he raised his eyes to look at Patriarch He, only to see Patriarch He's face was calm, as if he didn't care. However, his legs under the table were shaking so much that they were about to shake the table off.
Seeing this, Yang Tian also knew that there was no way to persuade these two people.
The outcome of this arena is more important to them than the safety of their monks.
Thinking of this, Yang Tian completely gave up the idea of persuading them.
After all, he is not the real Holy Father. If these two people care about their own people, he is naturally willing to make peace between them to avoid a tragedy.
But even they themselves don't care, and even the two protagonists on the ring may not care, so why should he be a good person in vain?
"ah!!"
"ah!!"
At this moment, two voices suddenly came from the arena, shouting in unison.
The monks from the He family and the Wu family rolled into a ball at lightning speed, fighting each other with fists and feet.
At this moment, they had completely forgotten all their skills, spiritual power, and even their identities as monks.
Reason has also disappeared without a trace, and he is completely controlled by the anger in his heart.
The two of them hit their vital points with punches and kicks. In a short time, blood was already scattered on the ring.
Seeing this, Yang Tian suddenly frowned, and a trace of imperceptible disgust flashed in his eyes.
It's just that it's not directed at these two people, but at the head of the family behind them.
We’ve come this far, don’t you know where to stop?
