An expert only needed to make a move for everyone to know whether he had the real thing.
Just by looking at Ling's stance, anyone with martial training could tell this was no joke. The disciple who had provoked her earlier looked rather grim. Judging from the smooth, practiced way Ling had drawn her scythe, she was clearly no ordinary little girl. And she used an extremely unusual weapon—a scythe.
Generally speaking, those who used such weapons were either exceptionally strong or exceptionally weak.
But he had no choice now. Running his mouth had felt good for a moment... The disciple turned his gaze toward an elderly man nearby, whose beard and hair were both white.
"Master Dai..."
"Go. Do not bring shame upon the Alseide Style."
"..."
There was no turning back now.
Thus, the disciple had no choice but to step onto the sparring platform and raise the greatsword in his hand. The other three girls hurried over to Fang Zheng's side, anxiously watching the scene before them.
"Mr. Fang Zheng, what is this?"
Alisa looked at Ling on the platform and asked in confusion.
"Oh, nothing much. The little one thought these people were too weak. They didn't like that, so they're settling it with a fight..."
"Huh? But Miss Ling, she..."
"I think Ling should be fine..."
Compared to Tio and Alisa, who had not known Ling for long, Tita clearly had a better understanding of Ling's strength.
"But..."
Alisa watched the platform worriedly, unsure what to say. Ling was only an eight-year-old girl, while the disciple facing her was already a twenty-year-old young man. That alone was an enormous difference. Under such circumstances, could Ling really defeat him?
"Come on!!"
After stepping onto the platform, the disciple calmed himself. He gripped his greatsword tightly and