"Good luck."
Zhuge Qiyue offered a rare word of encouragement.
Chen Wen thought for a moment, then added, "Just do your best. There's no need to put too much pressure on yourself."
"You can do it, brother."
Murong Qingcheng chimed in.
The other disciples hesitated, but said nothing.
As far as they were concerned, there was nothing worth saying about something utterly hopeless.
Encouragement would make no difference.
Murong Qingxian drew a deep breath, then said, "Don't worry. I know my limits."
With that, he strode forward.
Truthfully, he was forcing himself to take the stage.
He was confident he could handle disciples ranked below fiftieth on the Monster Ranking.
Especially after receiving the legacy at the Destiny Inheritance Ground and absorbing the Holy Spirit Leaf's essence.
But against the monsters in the top fifty, he was far less certain.
And Gu Xuan ranked seventh.
Still, no matter what, he had to give it his all.
He understood perfectly well that this was a team battle, and every point mattered.
If he failed to secure this one, things would only get harder.
More importantly, his cultivation level was the highest apart from Zhuge Qiyue's.
If even he did not dare step forward, the blow to their team's morale would be devastating.
Then they would not have even a one-in-ten chance.
That was something he absolutely refused to see happen.
"Sure enough, he's the one stepping forward."
"It wasn't exactly hard to guess. He's their strongest after Zhuge Qiyue."
"What a pity. They're doomed to fail."
"What's there to pity? They can only blame their luck for drawing a group of death."
"How many moves do you think Murong Qingxian can last?"
"Second on the Outer City Disciple Ranking against seventh on the Monster Ranking. How many moves do you think?"