"Song Wushen is indeed a senior figure in the ancient martial arts world. Such magnanimity earns our admiration!"
"Indeed! Although that young man has also reached the Martial God realm, he is ultimately too young!"
"Do you think that young man can make Song Wushen retreat within three moves?"
"That... I think it's a bit悬! After all, Song Santong is a Martial God who has been famous for a long time, and his strength is unfathomable. It's hard to shake his decades of cultivation!"
"Forget it! Let's just watch how that young man makes his move first!"
"..."
Song Santong's words not only resolved his predicament but also solidified his image as a senior.
This move was perfect in every aspect.
Now, the problem fell back into Ye Ming's hands.
Should he kill the opponent in one move or show mercy?
This was somewhat difficult.
If he were to face Song Santong head-on, he would have no worries.
But the opponent standing still, allowing him to strike, made it somewhat... difficult to act!
"Kid! What, don't you even have the courage to attack me?" Song Santong said, seeing Ye Ming's hesitation, and was secretly pleased.
The more reservations the opponent had, the more at ease he felt.
This was precisely proof that the opponent might not have any powerful backing.
"That Song Wushen, how about we have a head-on confrontation!" Ye Ming said helplessly. "Don't worry! Even if I die by your hand, no one will come looking for trouble!"
"Hmm? No one will come looking for trouble?"
This statement, instead of calming Song Santong, immediately raised his guard. He thought to himself, "Is this kid threatening me? He's clearly provoking me by saying no one will come looking for trouble! If I make a move, not only will I gain a reputation for bullying the young, but I might also offend the person behind him."
"Hmph! As expected, you're still too young! Trying to trick this old man is still too naive!"
If Ye Ming could know Song Santong's inner thoughts at this moment, he would probably be dumbfounded.
Was that what he meant?
Huh?
Then, Song Santong said coldly, "Kid! You don't need to provoke me! As a senior, I won't bully the young! Come on! Make your move!"
"I... You... Alas!"
The situation had come to this. Ye Ming had said all he could. Since the opponent was determined to court death, he could not be blamed.
He slowly raised his hand, his index fingertip entwined with a wisp of white, mysterious energy. If one looked closely, they would see that the space around the energy seemed to be folding, compressing, and gradually distorting.
This was... the power of space.
"What... what is that power?"
Song Santong followed the strange energy, and his heart suddenly clenched. A cold sweat inexplicably broke out on his back.
Danger!
Fatal danger!
This was the information his body's instincts were sending him.
"Song Wushen! You... Rest in peace!" Ye Ming shook his head, having nothing more to say.
"You... No! Wait a minute! I... we can discuss this further!"
Just as Ye Ming was about to attack, Song Santong quickly waved his hand. "I... I've thought it over carefully just now. There must have been some misunderstanding about what happened before! Fighting and killing is not the only way to solve problems. You... don't you agree!"
"Hmm?"
This sudden shift in tone caught Ye Ming off guard.
Not only Ye Ming was confused, but everyone watching the fight was bewildered.
"What the heck! What happened? Why did Song Wushen suddenly back down?"
"This... I'm completely confused!"
"No! You... look, Song Wushen's expression is clearly wrong, as if he's been scared!"
"You're right! Look, the cold sweat hasn't stopped!"
"What the hell! What is going on?"
"???"
"..."
At this moment, Song Santong paid no attention to the onlookers' discussions. All his nerves were tensed to the extreme.
Just now, when Ye Ming was about to attack, all the hairs on his body stood on end, and the suffocating sense of death instantly surged towards him.
"I will die!"
This was the only clear thought in his mind.
So, at the last moment, he resolutely gave up all his pride and immediately surrendered.
Otherwise!
Someone would truly die!
"Song Wushen! What is this?"
Ye Ming truly couldn't understand what the other party was up to.
"That... that esteemed sir! Regarding the matter between you and my disciple earlier, I believe there must be some misunderstanding!" Song Santong's face changed drastically, and he smiled. "How about we understand the situation first?"
"Esteemed sir?"
Even the address had changed.
Ye Ming really couldn't keep up with the other party's train of thought.
Before Ye Ming could respond, Song Santong flashed and appeared in front of Xi Yao, a hundred meters away. He cupped his hands and said, "Xi Yao Fengzi, could you please tell me the details of the conflict between my unworthy disciple and this young lady?"
"???" Xi Yao.
Now he was calling his own disciple "unworthy disciple," and his face was changing so quickly.
Du Yuemian, standing beside her, was also full of questions.
What was going on?
"This... this young lady! Although I don't know the full story yet, based on my understanding of that unworthy disciple, he must have offended you!"
Then, something that made everyone's jaws drop happened.
Song Santong, in front of everyone, cupped his hands and bowed to Du Yuemian, saying, "I apologize to you on behalf of my disciple!"
"What?"
Upon seeing this, everyone was collectively petrified.
At this moment, they all felt like the world had changed.
A senior figure who had been famous in the ancient martial arts world was bowing and apologizing to a junior, and so readily.
This was… too crazy.
This left Ye Ming, Du Yuemian, and others completely bewildered.
No one could have imagined the story would unfold this way.
In the arena, perhaps only Song Santong himself remained clear-headed.
He knew what he was doing and why he was doing it.
All of this stemmed from that "moment of life and death" earlier.
In fact, outsiders did not know that he, Song Santong, possessed an extremely special ability.
That was his sensitivity to danger.
Anything that could threaten his life would trigger his body's instincts to send him signals.
The intensity of the signal depended on the unknown risk.
Just now, the danger signal his instincts gave him was the most intense he had experienced in decades.
Therefore, he had decisively abandoned his pride and sought to escape disaster.
It was precisely because of this premonition of danger that he had been able to advance from the Martial Apprentice realm to the Martial God realm.
All of this stemmed from this.
Therefore, he would unconditionally trust the signals his body gave him, without a shred of doubt.
This was his way of survival.