"Even if three Li Renjies were tied together, they still couldn't beat one Li Chuyi. Does he need to kick someone when they're down?"
Many martial artists believed that Li Renjie's spiritual power was running low, and that Li Chuyi had challenged him now because he wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness.
However, many others believed that Li Chuyi, known as the "Little Sword Saint," had no need to do such a thing. After all, they felt that even three Li Renjies tied together might not be able to defeat Li Chuyi!
"Since this isn't kicking someone when they're down, why isn't Li Chuyi willing to give Li Renjie a chance to catch his breath?"
"Are the Seven Great Prodigies targeting them?"
"Looks like it. If the Seven Great Prodigies really want to kick these three out, all they need to do is take turns fighting them. The tokens in these three's hands will certainly be looted clean."
Many martial artists stared blankly at the arena.
Li Renjie was still recovering his spiritual power. When he heard Li Chuyi's challenge, he opened his eyes in shock. Then, a towering fury flared in them, and he roared, "Fine! Since the Seven Great Prodigies have no room for us, then what's wrong with fighting you?"
"I don't want to be one of the Kunxu Ten Sons anymore!"
Li Renjie was enraged. By now, he could also see that the Seven Great Prodigies were targeting them.
Li Renjie leaped onto the arena stage and glared angrily at Li Chuyi.
Li Chuyi remained expressionless, his face wooden. Li Renjie's fury did not affect him in the slightest.
"I'm a sword cultivator, and I'm also a martial artist. Martial artists believe in facing challenges head-on. Playing petty tricks behind someone's back is truly contemptible!"