As a seasoned conspiracy theorist, Qiu Ming thought this was the only way to explain everything.
He absolutely refused to believe that a probationary disciple could challenge a Point-Origin Elder.
Wasn't that just a pipe dream?
"If you want to fight, that's fine. Come down now."
Xu Yi was getting tired of this war of words. As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped into the arena.
Qiu Ming immediately froze. A deep thinker was bound to worry about what he might gain or lose.
Xu Yi's decisive response made him start doubting his own judgment again.
After all, Brother Wang's reputation hadn't been built on empty rumors alone.
Though he was extremely confident in his Martial Arts cultivation, if he lost to Wang Qianqiu in a fight at this juncture, wouldn't his hard-won reputation be ruined?
What was more, this was a crucial moment for him. As soon as he crossed the threshold before him, he could officially become an Inner Sect Disciple and gain the right to Point Origin.
Most importantly, to gain the right to Point Origin, he only needed to defeat fellow Outer Sect Disciples. He didn't even have to beat them all; placing near the top would be enough.
With his cultivation, achieving that result would clearly be a piece of cake.
But the threat of facing Wang Qianqiu alone—and the unbearable consequences—made him think it over again and again.
Xu Yi merely glanced at Qiu Ming and immediately understood what he was thinking. Smiling, he said, "If this esteemed sir has doubts, then all the Outer Sect Disciples can come at once. We're in a hurry, after all."
"Looking for death!"
"Impudent!"
"You insolent brat!"
"..."
The Outer Sect Disciples all exploded with outrage. They'd seen their share of arrogance, but never anyone as