Lu Yin looked at Lan Si, who was coughing. “Don’t drink too fast. The pill is effective, but it still needs some time to work.” 

“Thanks,” Lan Si said. “Defeating me means that you can replace me as one of the Ten Arbiters. You’re certainly qualified in terms of strength.” 

Lu Yin stared off into the distance. “I don’t want to replace you—I want to replace someone else.”

Lan Si’s gaze shifted, but he did not reply. 

Lu Yin wiped his lips, which had had some leftover dried bloodstains on them. He had also swallowed a pill already, one that had been upgraded until its rune lines almost matched those of an Enlighter with a power level of 300,000. Naturally, it was amazingly effective. 

Lan Si looked down at his own arm and smiled bitterly. “I never imagined that I could lose.”

“You’ve already said that several times,” Lu Yin observed.

Lan Si shook his head. “But I truly never even considered it.”

Lu Yin’s lips curled up. “Each of us is confident in our own strength, and we almost came out even. If you had been just a little luckier, I would have lost, and if I had been a little less luckier, then you would have won. This is quite normal.” 

Lan Si seriously answered, “This was not just a matter of luck. You were able to withstand more than ten Vacuum Palms, which is something that I never expected. When we competed outside of the ruins, I was able to sense your physical strength, and I am confident...