บท 558: A small dispute [3]

Standing on the counter near the arena, Zhao Tian glanced at the paper in front of him.

The paper is the binding... an agreement for a death match, stating that neither side's friends nor family would seek vengeance, regardless of the outcome. 

After signing the paper, Zhao Tian walked to the arena and glanced at Wei Liang, who was standing opposite him.

Wei Liang smirked as he rolled his shoulders, the faint glow of his astral energy rippling across his body.

He was confident... Why wouldn't he be?

As an inner court disciple, he was not only a stage above Zhao Tian in cultivation but also held a significant advantage in combat experience. 

On the sidelines of the arena, Lei Feng stood with his arms crossed, and he was ready to step into the ring should Wei Liang falter, though he found the notion laughable.

"Wei Liang is more than capable of handling this brat," Lei Feng thought smugly.