Zhou Ping looked at his empty hands, the surprise in his eyes deepening.
Across from him—
Baili Pangpang grabbed that chopstick, his eyes blazing with excitement!
He had snatched a chopstick from the Sword Saint's hand!
Worth it!
He might get beaten badly, but from a certain perspective, he had still beaten the Sword Saint!
After standing there dumbfounded for a moment, Zhou Ping finally came back to his senses and silently pulled a second chopstick from his pocket...
Baili Pangpang's smile instantly froze.
Ten minutes later.
After being beaten one-sidedly twenty times, Baili Pangpang lay flat on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling as his mind went completely blank.
Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan dragged him off the field. An Qingyu was the third to step up and face Zhou Ping.
An Qingyu was not particularly strong in direct combat, and he did not use the Great Killer Weapon, Dirge. Basically, just like Cao Yuan and Baili Pangpang, he was subjected to a one-sided beating.
But unlike the other two, the more miserably An Qingyu was beaten, the more excited he became!
His eyes remained fixed on Zhou Ping's body as though he were looking at some rare endangered creature. His eyes shone brightly, and he looked eager to dissect Zhou Ping.
That gaze made Zhou Ping's skin crawl.
After the end was announced, An Qingyu hobbled toward the edge of the warehouse, looking back every three steps as though he could not bear to leave Zhou Ping.
"...Next." Zhou Ping slowly spoke.
Jialan and Lin Qiye exchanged a glance. She rose from the ground and walked openly into the middle of the open space.
She had changed back into her original dark-blue Han robe. Her long black hair was tied with a cord and fell naturally to