Ling Tianyu calmly waited for the second match to begin. He already had a plan—whether or not to use the power of the Remote Ancient Powerhouse remained to be seen. If he could avoid relying on it, that would be best. But if he did need to use it, so be it.
The ultimate goal of wresting control back was simple—inflict losses, make the opponent suffer.
It must be fair.
Having made a move in the first match, the second match would undoubtedly demand even more action. Who knew what they would do? He had to cut off their opportunities.
Time ticked away, and the second match began.
On the Martial Competition Platform, six Remote Ancient Powerhouses appeared, planning a six-versus-one fight—more ruthless than the first match, and still playing their word games.
The third match would probably be even more ferocious.
