Chapter 2924: If You Yield, You Lose!

The face of the man named Roth suddenly changed dramatically. They were all elites of the younger generation in their family and each was the master of a sect, but their strength was not necessarily stronger than Yackey Decker and others.

The man named Roth shouted sternly, "This is the War God Mansion, combat is prohibited inside the city. Are you trying to violate the rules?"

Carson Flores’ lips curled into a cold arc, his gaze icy, not moved at all by the other party’s words.

Yackey Decker and the other three hesitated for a moment when they heard the man named Roth’s words, but when they saw Carson Flores not react, they continued walking towards the people opposite them.

Yackey Decker and the other three’s steps were not heavy, but each step seemed to tread on everyone’s heart, intensifying the pressure with each advance.

The distance between the groups was not far, so after only a few steps, Yackey Decker and the three already reached the man named Roth and the others, raising their hands as spiritual power surged wildly, and their momentum soared.

The man named Roth’s pupils contracted sharply, and he instantly retreated several meters, widening the distance between him and the crowd.

The others didn’t dare to hold their ground either and retreated one after another, suddenly clearing the previously blocked road.

Carson Flores looked at the man named Roth calmly and said, "Aren’t you making way?"

Carson Flores’ light remark was like a slap across the faces of the four opposite them, all of whom burned with anger as they glared viciously at Carson Flores.

They retreated, so they lost.

They thought Carson Flores wouldn’t dare to make a move, but when the other party was truly about to act, they flinched and didn’t dare to take the challenge.

Carson Flores walked forward slowly, with Yackey Decker and the others following behind him, their eyes glinting with excitement.

Satisfying!

Refreshing!

These people were clearly disciples from elite families, with noble statuses. Usually, even if their strength was a bit higher, they wouldn’t dare to offend them, but now they had pushed back hard without any courtesy, and the angry yet helpless look from the other side gave them a long-lost sense of thrill.

The Sect Master is mighty!

No matter how much strength the Sect Master had, no matter what he thought deep inside, he just confronted them head-on, without coddling them because of their possible background. This was truly vindicating.

Carson Flores walked to the four men again. This time, although they still stood in the middle of the road, they didn’t line up deliberately to block Carson Flores like before.

Carson Flores walked leisurely past the man named Roth, his gaze calm, bodies brushing against each other, without even glancing at him, as if he was air, nonexistent.

This disdainful ignorance made the man named Roth clench his fists subconsciously, but he dared not make a move.

Despite the prohibition, even with his background, he dared not defy it.

He suddenly came to his senses. Could it be that Carson Flores was certain that they wouldn’t dare to make a move and thus behaved like this?

If they fought back, wouldn’t it just turn into mutual assault?

The man named Roth bit his teeth, turned back, and shouted harshly at Carson Flores, "If I refuse to yield, do you really dare to violate the prohibition and make a move?"

Carson Flores stopped, turned his head, glanced at the man named Roth with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"But you yielded."

Carson Flores’ words almost made the man named Roth spit blood from anger. Though the words sounded like stating a fact, they seemed to carry a silent mockery.

Winners take the courage when they meet on a narrow path, you yielded!

Coward!

The man named Roth ground his teeth, and the man named Lee beside him couldn’t hold back any longer, angrily said, "Why are you pretending, you bastard, today I..."

The man named Roth suddenly reached out to pull the man named Lee, took a deep breath and said, "I, Cyras Roth, will remember today’s matter. The mountain doesn’t turn, the water does, we will meet again."

Carson Flores chuckled lightly, "Let’s talk about it next time we meet then."

Carson Flores casually threw a sentence and left with Yackey Decker and the others, leaving Cyras Roth and his people surrounded by the street’s crowd.

Under countless peculiar gazes, Cyras Roth and others felt quite humiliated, quickly leaving the street.

"That kid is too arrogant, some unknown kid, how dare he bare his fangs at us, just because he made some military contributions, who in our family hasn’t achieved military merits?"

"Exactly, and besides, that kid’s strength is clearly mediocre, perhaps those merits were just achieved through luck, thinking he’s that favored by the Hall Master, acting all high and mighty!"

"Roth, today we’ve lost face, if we don’t regain it, how can we continue in this War God Mansion?"

"Right, we must regain our position!"

The man named Lee pondered for a few seconds, "Directly causing him trouble is definitely not feasible, what if he loses and cries, and reports us to the Hall Master?"

Cyras Roth squinted slightly, nodding approvingly, "Yes, we must come up with a flawless plan that makes him suffer in silence, unable to complain..."