Bibi Dong snorted coldly. "Hmph, still the same as before."
Xiao Tianyang waved a hand. "Enough, business comes first."
As he spoke, he glanced at Hong Niang and Bibi Dong. "Remember, this is purely a contest of technique. Begin."
Hong Niang stepped forward, drew her saber, and said solemnly, "Please enlighten me!"
"I don't want to fight you!"
Bibi Dong planted her spear into the ground and raised a hand to point at Yuwen Chengdu behind Hong Niang. "I want to fight him!"
"What kind of tantrum are you throwing now?"
Xiao Tianyang frowned slightly and curled his lip. "Don't blame me for not warning you."
"Judging purely by his achievements in martial arts and mastery of combat techniques, Chengdu ranks second in Divine Might. In overall strength, he is also one of the best among the younger generation."
"And over the past few years, he has fought his way from thousands of miles beyond Shenwu City all the way here, through countless bloody battles."
"Compared to him... well, you have no chance of winning."
When it came purely to being willful, probably no one present except Qian Renxue could rival Bibi Dong.
Thus, upon hearing someone say she was inferior to another, a Nameless Flame rose within Bibi Dong.
The next moment, she said directly, "How will you know the result if you don't try?"
"You want to try?"
Xiao Tianyang nodded, then looked toward Yuwen Chengdu.
"Since Her Holiness the Pope wishes to try, then let her."
"By your command!"
Yuwen Chengdu stepped forward and cupped his fists in salute.
The people on both sides stepped back, clearing the center of the hall for the two of them.
Yuwen Chengdu clenched his fists and assumed a fighting stance. "Please enlighten me!"
Bibi Dong frowned slightly. "You're not using