Chapter 42: Ying-yang for Yin Zhe
Yin Zhe stood there in the center of the arena, dust still settling around him like drifting ash after a wildfire, and he slowly blinked as the numbers in his head rearranged themselves. He had expected to see eight people left, yet the system had given him nine reactions. His eyebrows moved up a little, just a small twitch, because the number did not make sense at first.
He took one look at the eight remaining cultivators standing around him, and breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in uneven patterns. Some held their bruised ribs, one kept shaking his arms to reduce the numbness from the impacts, and the rest glared at him like they wanted to chew him alive. Their boots made soft gritty sounds, scritch… scritch, as they shifted their feet on the broken tiles.
Then Yin Zhe turned his gaze toward the Judge. Enforcer Wu Tiao.
