Ma Wei's spiritual energy had only recovered seventy to eighty percent when he impatiently called for Jiang Ping An to come challenge him.
The reason was simple: his battle with Meng Jing had left him utterly stifled, and he needed to vent his rage.
And beating Jiang Ping An senseless was a fine way to vent that anger.
Though Jiang Ping An's arrival on the eleventh floor had surprised him, he did not believe someone like this could possibly fight him.
It was only Limitless Fist, easily countered. His Divine Void Step gave him tremendous speed, while the Thousand Willow Sword Art was renowned for both its destructive power and speed.
The other man's Limitless Fist would be hard-pressed to show any effect.
"Watch your filthy mouth!"
Hearing Ma Wei insult him, Meng Jing glared at him viciously.
"My mouth is filthy. What are you going to do about it?"
Ma Wei sneered. He had already offended her, so he did not care about offending her a little more.
"You..."
Just as Meng Jing was about to say something, Jiang Ping An pressed a hand onto her shoulder.
"There's no need to get angry."
Jiang Ping An slowly walked toward the Tenth Floor.
As long as he defeated Ma Wei, he could stand on the Tenth Floor and gain eligibility for the Hundred Counties Tournament.
Likewise, he could make the other man shut his mouth.
The many cultivators on the mountain turned their gazes toward them.
"Jiang Ping An's temper is way too good. If it were me, I'd have exploded long ago."
"I don't think he has a good temper. He's just good at enduring things. You can't see any emotion on his face."
"Yeah. He endured other people's cold stares and mockery for four months. I definitely couldn't