Man-Knife Unity?

On the arena, the two genius martial warriors among the bandits flickered rapidly, Primal Force blazing around them as they collided again and again.

Clang!

The two weapons met in midair, producing a clear, ringing chime.

Saber light and sword light shattered explosively. The two were evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

However, their attacks were incredibly terrifying, surging outward and slamming into the arena's Defense Barrier, making it shake violently.

The surrounding spectators all retreated, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"Hong Peng and Murong Shan have grown stronger again. They've at least reached the Low-level War General rank, haven't they?" someone exclaimed in amazement.

"Judging by the power of those attacks just now, they have indeed reached the Low-level War General rank," another person agreed.

"Hmph, those prodigies outside are praised as if they're so amazing. It's not like we Black Bandits don't have geniuses. If we were sent out there, we definitely wouldn't be worse than those so-called geniuses."

"That's right. How could Black Bandit martial warriors be weaker than those trash martial warriors outside?"

The Black Bandit Bandits started talking big. Perhaps they had been suppressed too badly in ordinary times, forced to hide in the shadows and unable to show themselves. Now that someone had brought it up, it immediately struck a chord. Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, shouting nonstop.

Wang Teng's expression turned strange. He swept his gaze across those shouting the loudest and inexplicably thought of four words—

Incompetent rage!

"If you ask me, we should go out and compete with those genius martial warriors. Only then will we have a chance to become strong enough that the various factions won't dare look down on us."

Someone suddenly shouted excitedly.

In an instant, the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.