The Ultimate Mortal Body, Ripping Apart the Supernatural

(Brothers, help me come up with a few alternate titles.)

The snowstorm grew fiercer.

Zhao Tianbao fell silent for a long while, snow gathering in a thin layer on his shoulders. When he spoke again, his voice was unnervingly calm. “Jiuxuan, you studied at a private school for two years. You know more than I do. But tell me, what kind of world is this?”

Without waiting for Chen Jiuxuan to answer, he continued, “This world has always been a place where people devour one another. The rich and powerful make the rules and set up the game. If you don't take a seat at the table, you'll be left standing on the sidelines forever, without even the right to place a bet!”

“But what if you sit down and lose?” Chen Jiuxuan asked.

“Lose?” Zhao Tianbao suddenly laughed. His smile looked especially desolate against the endless snow. “Then I, Zhao Tianbao, was only ever fit to be a beggar. Surrender, and you lose half the battle. Jiuxuan, at least I tried. But you...” He stared deeply at Chen Jiuxuan. “You don't even dare to try.”

Those words stabbed straight into Chen Jiuxuan's heart like an icy blade.

Was he really afraid to try?