After Song Zhong won, he did not step down from the arena at once. Instead, he looked around.
Since he had already made a move, how could he earn so few spirit stones in one go?
"Is there anyone else who wants to fight?"
Song Zhong shouted down at the crowd, "Whether you're new disciples or old disciples, as long as you're within the Qi Transformation Realm, I'll accept every challenge.
Of course, a mere sparring match is meaningless. There has to be some stake involved. I won't fight without spirit stones—at least one hundred spirit stones per match."
These old disciples of the Hundred Peaks Sect seemed to be only so-so.
He had not even gone all out with that slash. Within the Qi Transformation Realm, he feared no one.
The crowd below immediately widened their eyes.
"This brat is far too arrogant."
"Hu Bo, whom he just defeated, is famously weak. Does he really think beating Hu Bo makes him invincible within the Qi Transformation Realm?"
Someone's heart stirred, and he hurriedly asked, "You said within the Qi Transformation Realm. Does that mean you'll accept challenges from the ninth layer of the Qi Transformation Realm too?
"And does it count as long as they're at the ninth layer, no matter how many years they've been in the sect?"
The moment his words fell, quite a few people around him cursed inwardly. So you're the only clever one? As if we hadn't thought of that?
If we kept quiet, couldn't we just bring over ninth-layer Qi Transformation Realm disciples later—old disciples who had joined the sect five, six, or even ten years ago—to challenge him directly?
But you had to go and remind him!
"Huh? The ninth layer of the Qi Transformation Realm?" Song Zhong deliberately put on a