Help, I've become a paper man

"what?!"

Two voices, saying the same sentence, came from Song Yi and Sui Yuesheng.

They had experienced the last competition, and when they heard an answer that didn't match reality, the two of them found it hard to believe.

Yan Zhichun smiled, ignored their surprise, and added slowly: "Unless the one who declared war gives up."

Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when he heard Yan Zhichun's voice again, continuing leisurely:

"But don't think too highly of yourself. Most of the time, once a war is declared, the two sides will fight to the death."

It was a good addition and successfully cooled down the atmosphere. On the other side, the opposite happened. The two people who were still talking started to take action and attacked each other in a cold weapon confrontation.

The sword and the spear were both long weapons. When they were swung, they brought wind, rolled up the flowers and leaves, and rushed straight towards the opponent. Just a contact, with the crisp collision sound, it brought up a wave of air, pushing the surrounding flowers and plants to shake and tilt to the sides.

Not to mention the weapon itself. The metal has its own color, and under the moonlight, it looks even colder. Every time it is swung, it seems to cut through the night.

It's really wonderful.

If it were any other time, Song Yi would be interested enough to stop and take a closer look at the excitement.

But at this moment, he had something more to worry about, so he turned around and looked at Yan Zhichun, asking:

“Does it have any special meaning?”

"Special?" Yan Zhichun asked back, repeating his words, the smile on his lips became clearer, and even the ending tone rose.

Then there was laughter. Yan Zhichun laughed, and the sound became clearer and clearer, even distracting the others. They looked towards them, but after discovering the source of the laughter, they looked away again.

Song Yi stared at him steadily, his eyes did not move at all, and his smile gradually subsided, approaching the initial indifference.

"There is nothing special about it. After all, there are just too many stardusts." Yan Zhichun said, and laughed again. He tilted his head to look at the center of the arena, and continued in a calm tone:

"There are so many stardusts, but there is only one God. This is a competition, not a charity gala or a friendly game of house."

"Killing your competitors and eliminating all possibilities for their future is the most gentle way."

Song Yi followed his gaze and turned his eyes to the two people fighting. When he heard these words, disapproval immediately appeared in his eyes.

At the same time, Yan Zhichun laughed silently, and his tone became softer. In the hazy moonlight, he looked very much like Yan Changyue, but the words he spoke were still cold.

"My brother raised you too well, but you are also too childish. Do you think Stardust is a group activity in kindergarten?"

"Can we be nice to this one, play with that one, and then hold hands and go eat snacks together?"

"This is a fight between monsters."

Having said this, Yan Zhichun paused and turned to meet Song Yi's gaze. The malice in his eyes was still clear, as if he was leaving space for Song Yi to think about this. Then, he spoke again and asked:

"Are you angry? Or furious?"

Song Yi exhaled slowly and looked at Yan Zhichun. His eyes had returned to calm, and so had his tone.

"I feel sorry for An Xiaochun," said Song Yi.

Yan Zhichun's expression froze and his pupils dilated for a moment. No matter how similar they looked, this young man was not as skilled as Yan Changyue after all, and was easily hit in the sore spot by Song Yi. Even though he reacted in the next second and quickly suppressed his anger, he was still caught by the change.

Song Yi continued, "I know about the competition, but now is not the time."

These words were spoken with great certainty. Yan Zhichun had no idea where his information came from. He just thought that his brother had told him so he did not argue about it. He just shrugged and stopped talking to Song Yi. This also meant that he would not answer any more questions.

The next period of time belonged to the game. They once again focused their attention on the two people. The two sides were fighting each other again. The sounds of collisions were connected together, forming a special midnight melody. However, the fight was so intense that neither side seemed to be at a disadvantage. It was obvious that it would take some time to determine the winner.

Sui Yuesheng couldn't help himself, so he quietly moved to Song Yi's side and asked quietly, "What did Lord Yan tell you?"

Obviously, in this case, even the protagonist has the same guess as the supporting character.

Song Yi whispered, "No, I asked Noah's Ark directly. He wouldn't lie."

Sui Yuesheng blinked, as if he got some inspiration from it. Just as he was about to speak and the sound was about to leave his tongue, something unexpected happened.

A cry of surprise came from not far from them, and both of them stopped talking and turned to look over.

In the center of the scattered petals, the original two people became three people. The situation had changed. Even though they were chatting and could not see what happened just now, they knew that someone had broken into the battle.

Just a long sword smashed down, forcibly separating the people in the fierce battle, and the scene froze here. They came to watch and did not miss any plot. The problem now is that the bystanders can't figure out the situation, and can't tell which side this person is on and who to help.

That is for other people, but it is another situation for Song Yi.

The person who came had a familiar face. He was really impressed. When he saw it again, he suddenly lost the mood to watch. He raised his leg and walked forward directly. However, he had just taken two steps when he was grabbed by the collar from behind.

Yan Zhichun said: "Don't go. One or two people are guests. They come to join in the fun, or to fight with other 'guests'. That's enough."

"Don't disturb the host's interest."

Song Yi said: "Yes, I just want to find the 'guest' and have a good fight."

Yan Zhichun sneered, not knowing whether he believed it or not. He loosened his clothes and asked, "Is there any deep hatred?"

Song Yi replied: "If we didn't look the same, that person killed me once."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhichun stopped trying to persuade him and only warned him:

"You'd better take a closer look before you rush in and get chased away by the owner."

Song Yi paused, but before he could speak, Yan Zhichun anticipated his question and spoke first:

"No, forget it. My brother is not here, so you can't start the fight. This activity requires the host to declare war. Just because you can't see anyone doesn't mean they're not here. Maybe they're just watching the fun like us."

At this point, Yan Zhichun paused for a moment, his tone becoming even more annoyed, but he still added: "Besides, in this situation, it's not the end yet. Even if my brother is here, he... won't let you take risks."

"Don't rush in without thinking. I must make it clear to you that this is the arena of the Chosen Ones, not your points competition."

"In the arena of the Chosen, the Stardust that is killed cannot be resurrected."