Sun Xinxiu's attitude was firm, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.
The purpose of this contest was to target Jiang Ping An. Naturally, the chosen method of competition had to make things difficult for him.
Xu Qinglan, standing not far away, curled the corner of his lips slightly, delight filling his heart.
At last, he would get to see Jiang Ping An make a fool of himself.
Trying to control Flame Power one had not mastered and simulate a Two-Horned Fire Lion with tens of millions of hairs was extraordinarily difficult.
To accomplish this, one either needed an extremely high affinity for fire-attributed power, or had to have lived a long time—at least a thousand years—and become thoroughly familiar with the flow of energy through repeated practice.
Even Xu Qinglan, a genius, would need to spend some effort to complete this trial.
Much less Jiang Ping An, who was not proficient in fire-attributed talents.
"This assessment..."
Lan Shi'er wanted to say more, but Jiang Ping An raised a hand and pressed it atop her head. "Don't worry. This assessment is easy."
Lan Shi'er's eyes immediately lit up. Since Uncle had said so, then this assessment was in the bag.
The others heard Jiang Ping An's words, and their lips turned down in disdain.
They admitted that Jiang Ping An was formidable, but surely he was not so capable that he could boast like this. He actually said this test was easy—did he know that fire was one of the hardest attributes to control?
Only someone who had never comprehended fire-attributed power would dare utter such shamelessly grand words.
Once he failed to form the Two-Horned Fire Lion, they would see how he could keep swaggering.
Though they scorned Jiang Ping An's words in their hearts, no fool stepped forward to