"Your black ribbon?" Yuan turned to face the disciple with amusement.
"Y-Yeah! If I hadn't distracted that magical beast, you wouldn't have been able to defeat it!" the disciple blurted out, his voice slightly unsteady.
Despite his confident-sounding words, there was no conviction in his tone. It was clear—even to himself—that he didn't truly believe what he was saying.
"What an amusing thing to say. Alright. If you truly think you deserve this black ribbon, come get it from me." Yuan extended the ribbon toward the disciple.
"S-Seriously?" The disciple asked with a doubtful gaze.
Yuan smiled and responded, "Of course, I am being serious. However, I won't be giving it to you without a fight."
"You—!" The disciple immediately realized what Yuan was trying to do and halted his movements.
Yuan continued, "There's no rule saying the participants can't steal other participants' ribbons. If you really want this ribbon, come steal it from me."
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