After Zhang Yu sent word that he also intended to compete, Bei Wufeng seemed to hesitate for a moment before replying. Bei Wufeng: Junior, you're not joking with me, are you?
Bei Wufeng: If you think the price isn't enough, we can keep negotiating.
Bei Wufeng: I'm very sincere about this.
Zhang Yu: Sorry, Senior.
Zhang Yu: I really want to take part in the Top Ten League.
Bei Wufeng: The military competition in the Top Ten League?
Zhang Yu: The military competition in the Top Ten League.
Perhaps sensing Zhang Yu's seriousness from his words, Bei Wufeng's tone changed as well.
Bei Wufeng: The school team has selected ten people so far. Three are from the Artifact Crafting Department: Yan Qianji, me, and Ye Xingli.
Bei Wufeng: If you want to join the team, then it seems you want to replace Ye Xingli? Or me?
Bei Wufeng: By the rules, that means challenging Ye Xingli or challenging me. If you win, you squeeze one of us out.
Seeing Bei Wufeng's words, Zhang Yu did not know how to answer for a moment.
Bei Wufeng: Haven't you considered it? If you want to represent the school in the military competition of the Top Ten League, you need to at least reach our level. Bei Wufeng: Although the official competition is in September, registration closes in July. It's February now, which means you have roughly five months to catch up to us.
Bei Wufeng: Do you think it's possible for you to reach our level in five months?
Zhang Yu knew Bei Wufeng's reasoning was sound. He believed most students would be persuaded upon seeing those words.
Even Zhang Yu himself would probably not have rushed to enter this year's Top Ten League if not for the opportunity of Immortal Sect