CHAPTER 557: CHAPTER 557: MAKING A MISTAKE

As he spoke, Wang Tong directly changed the subject, looking at Hee Jin and saying, "You want to take them to the arena, right? So why not slow down?"

"Huh?"

Hee Jin was clearly confused by Su Youu’s sudden shift. Su Youu first spoke about something related to himself and then mentioned something that Hee Jin had no clue about. For a moment, Hee Jin was left dumbfounded.

But quickly, Hee Jin reacted and nodded in relief, "Alright, let’s go, let’s go."

After that, Hee Jinseng, fearing unforeseen circumstances might arise, led Yang Tian and Master Ling Jian toward the arena.

Su Youu watched their backs for a moment and sighed deeply, "It seems the Devil’s reincarnation has yet to awaken memories from past generations, but the time will inevitably come. When it does, I wonder how those two will perceive him."

Finished speaking, Su Youu cast a profound gaze upon Yang Tian and quickly departed.

The arena was located at the main entrance of Chaos Capital.

As Hee Jin led Yang Tian and the Old Sword Monk inside, the metallic tang of blood in the air made them instinctively furrow their brows.

Especially the elders of the Sword Priest faction, despite being part of the Divine Sword Sect, had limited power and rarely ventured into dangerous expeditions. They were completely unaccustomed to this environment, which immediately made them feel nauseated.

Fortunately, having encountered murderers in boundless seas and experienced adversity in her past lives, the Old Sword Monk understood that vomiting here would only add to the troubles. Thus, she fought hard against the impulse.

As for Hee Jin, he seemed somewhat distracted and occasionally glanced at Yang Tian like he wanted to ask something.

"If you want to ask something, just ask!"

Yang Tian casually scanned the arena and muttered weakly.

Hearing this, Hee Jin hurriedly waved his hands, "No... no, God, I... I was just... just a little curious, you... you and Su Zuoming knew each other before? Of course... of course, if you don’t want to say..."

"No!"

Before Hee Jin’s hesitant words concluded, Yang Tian responded sharply.

"Huh? You don’t know him? But... but earlier, Su Youu seemed to hint he understood your peculiar fondness for a clean, bright face!" Hee Jin asked curiously.

Yang Tian lowered his head slightly and murmured to himself after hearing this.

Because he knew Hee Jin was right!

Although Su Youu later claimed he had misspoken, Yang Tian and Su Youu weren’t ordinary people from Earth; mistakes like this were highly unlikely!

Most importantly, from the expression in Su Youu’s eyes, Yang Tian could discern an unmistakable familiarity—or even knowledge—about himself.

That made the situation somewhat peculiar!

But even so, Yang Tian quickly put the issue aside, choosing not to dwell on it.

How did he know?

Did he not know?

Yang Tian decided merely to be patient and wait.

More importantly, his priority now was witnessing whether the King of Day or the Night King would emerge through the arena’s fierce competitions—to seize the Feichi in their possession, or to have it handed directly over for Yang Tian’s use!

Upon this thought, Yang Tian let out a faint snort and questioned Hee Jin, "Do you really think Beinsu’s trying to trick you?"

"I wouldn’t dare! I wouldn’t dare!"

Seeing Yang Tian’s expression, Hee Jin immediately waved his hands repeatedly, hastily shifting the topic, "Heavenly Venerate, let’s... hurry and register. Daily quotas for entering the city are limited. If we delay too much, we might miss our chance!"

Yang Tian nodded indifferently after hearing this.

But as he looked at the elder of the swords, his brows furrowed slightly.

Because at this moment, Elder Ling Jian seemed incredibly nervous, as though she weren’t a dignified elder of the Goddess Sword Sect but rather an ordinary girl about to take her entrance exams.

Hee Jin clearly noticed Elder Ling Jian’s uneasy state as well, and couldn’t help but scoff inwardly.

Why could despicable entities freely rampage across the Boundless Seas, even when facing four sects as formidable as theirs?

It was precisely because, in the eyes of these relentless warriors, the four sects’ elites were perceived as more powerful—

Under Hee Jin’s guidance, Yang Tian and the elder Jianling successfully obtained qualification to enter the arena.

But just as the Old Sword Monk, bolstered by the presence of her Demon Sword, gained a sliver of confidence, Hee Jin’s brows furrowed as he suddenly returned.

"Heavenly Venerate!"

Hee Jin’s tone carried a hint of gravity, "The situation might have changed."

"Oh? What’s changed?"

Yang Tian slowly opened his eyes and asked weakly.

"It’s like this! Originally, participants were divided into groups of fifty, competing in pairs within their groups—which would then determine who could proceed to the next round according to battle rules. The ultimate winner would gain entry to the city. But this time, there’s been a change! It’s been revised to groups of a hundred!" Hee Jin quickly explained.

"Groups of a hundred? So what?"

Yang Tian said impassively.

Not because he lacked awareness of the stakes, but because he had briefly observed the realm of the registrants while they signed up.

Each of them was an expert in the Divine Distraction period, the strongest among them only slightly surpassing the tier of the elders—at most reaching the peak of Divine Distraction.

Even if they were seasoned battle-hardened killers from distant seas, one by one, their combat skills still seemed unimpressive to Yang Tian.

Seeing Yang Tian’s reaction, Hee Jin could only continue: "Heavenly Venerate, one hundred per group wouldn’t pose a concern—but this time, it’s not just a group competition; it’s a mixed combat scenario."

"Mixed combat?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Tian remained silent, but Elder Jianling suddenly exclaimed.

She had assumed these would be one-on-one battles, something she could manage despite lacking substantial experience.

But if this were chaotic combat, even wielding her Demon Sword might not save her from grave danger.

Recognizing Elder Jianling’s apprehension, Hee Jin quickly reassured her, "Don’t worry. You’ll be grouped with Heavenly Venerate. His unparalleled capabilities will ensure you’re well-protected!"

"Grouped with Heavenly Venerate?"

The Sword Monk eased her anxieties.

However, Yang Tian abruptly spoke, "I suspect that’s not all you’ve heard. Is it?" Hee Jin, let’s not waste time—what else is there?"

"Indeed!"

Hee Jin quickly responded upon hearing Yang Tian’s probing. "Actually, even if chaotic combat among hundreds occurs, it wouldn’t normally pose a threat to you, Heavenly Venerate. But what’s truly significant is that this time, several notable individuals will be involved! Among them are disciples of the King of Day and the King of Night."

"Disciples of theirs?"

Yang Tian’s brows knotted slightly upon hearing this.

"Exactly! Completely correct!"

Hee Jin sighed, "To be frank, this stage isn’t just a gateway for countless intermediaries like us—it also serves as a place for disciples of the King of Day and the Lord of the Night to train." Generally, this wouldn’t happen now, but for reasons unknown, they’ve chosen today specifically.

At this point, Hee Jin stole a glance at Yang Tian, but seeing him expressionless, he continued, "Heavenly Venerate, I... I recognize the vast scope of your strength, but provoking these disciples wilfully may simultaneously incite enmity from both the King of Day and the Night King. Should those two giants join hands, even the Heavenly Venerate might..."

Hee Jin didn’t finish his thought, but his implication was clear.

From Hee Jin’s perspective, Yang Tian was indeed fearsome, but he had little understanding of the strengths and weaknesses of Chaos Capital’s two masters, the King of Day and the Night King.

At minimum, Hee Jin believed that if both entities were to intervene simultaneously, Yang Tian wouldn’t stand a chance against them!

Thus, upon entering Chaos Capital, should Yang Tian stir conflict involving the King of Day and the Night King, Hee Jin himself would inevitably be dragged into calamity.

One must remember, Chaos Capital was a realm where power dictated respect—neither the King of Day nor the Night King would hesitate to obliterate him without the least reservation!?