Fan Lang looked toward Lei Ming, who had spoken, and raised an eyebrow slightly. "You want to challenge me?"
"That's right. The last time we fought in the Illusory Battlefield, we ended in a draw. Now I want to fight you again. The Illusory Battlefield was only an illusion, after all. It was still different from reality. I challenge you—let's see whether you have the guts to accept!" As Lei Ming spoke, lightning flashed from his eyes with crackling pops.
With so many people around watching, many of them felt that a good show was about to begin.
At that moment, Wei Xiaobao approached with a cup in hand and grinned at Lei Ming. "Brother Lei, what's this? Did you eat too much and want to move around to help digest your food? We just finished eating together, and you're already challenging Fan Lang. Isn't this a bit sudden?"
"This has nothing to do with you. Don't meddle. Whether he accepts or not, let Fan Lang say it himself." Lei Ming brushed aside the troublesome Wei Xiaobao and fixed Fan Lang with a sharp, threatening gaze.
The people around them also watched Fan Lang, waiting for his response.
In this situation, he was riding a tiger and unable to get off. If he avoided the fight, people would definitely make a huge fuss over it.
Sometimes, people had no choice but to go along with things.
"Fine, I accept. You choose the location, and you set the rules. Go ahead and lay them out." Fan Lang remained calm.
"Now that's a man. If you were too scared to fight, I'd look down on you. Aurora Academy has plenty of arenas for students to spar in. We can pick any one of them. As for the rules, we can just choose