"Alright, you corpse freak, you've done enough. You can take a break now. Save the chatter—let me handle the next round."
Redmond immediately snapped back with resentment, and Yin Choujian nodded.
"It's definitely safest to let you handle the second round. They're likely to send someone from the Dark Banquet—one of those three. If anyone else on our side goes up, it'll be tough to deal with them except for you."
Redmond, brimming with arrogance, patted Yin Choujian on the shoulder.
"Finally, you said something sensible. Just rely on me—I’ll win this round for sure."
"That guy should still have some energy left. Why did Xu Fu concede?"
Shen Yanjun asked in confusion.
"Probably to avoid revealing too much about the Immortality Society. None of us are fools—we’re all watching. They don’t want to expose too much, not to us or to the Dark Banquet beside us."
Yin Choujian explained. I glanced over, unsure who they would send. After losing the first round, the Dark Banquet definitely wouldn't let the second round slip away—they'd get involved for sure.
"The key is, who will it be? Each of those three has their own specialties—and we know nothing about them."
Ber Ziran said, and Ouyang Meng snorted coldly.
"I could go again, if needed. If I use my instincts, I won't be any worse than them."
"Corpse freak still wants more glory?"
Redmond turned and asked.
"The Abandoned is probably the power type, while The Artisan might be some kind of technique specialist. As for The Sleeper, their moves are likely the most insidious."
Ji Yuner commented, basing her judgment entirely on their names—which was a bit unreliable.
"Heh, who cares what type they are? As long as there are people, there's malice. I can hear all that malice."
"Don't get cocky, Redmond. Your two lackeys aren't here—no one's around to clean up your mess."
Yin Choujian reminded him again, and Redmond glared at him.
"Who do you think I am? Yin Choujian, cleaning up after me? Don't make me laugh. I am..."