"Parlor tricks and underhanded schemes. I said it before, Fourth Young Master Feng fears no matter what plans you may hatch, you mayflies are nothing before absolute strength. Since you went to such lengths to lure me into this, if I didn't play a round with you, wouldn't that disappoint you terribly? But let me make one thing clear: I'll indulge a scheme like this just once. The rest of you plotting the same thing had better put those thoughts away."
Fourth Young Master Feng said haughtily.
He chose to accept Xiong Bei Ming's challenge.
First, he had no choice. He cared about his reputation and absolutely could not tolerate a single flaw tarnishing his brilliance.
After all, he had spent this whole time cultivating the image of an unparalleled expert, carrying himself with all the airs to match. How could he back down now?
Second, apart from those two, the Immortal Destiny Users here were nothing more than mayflies and ants in his eyes. They posed no threat at all.
Third, Xiong Bei Ming had explained the rules in just a few words: they would compete in the purity and precision of their spiritual energy, with a little ingenuity thrown in.
How could the mayflies of the lower realm possibly defeat him, Fourth Young Master Feng, in such a contest?
Of course, by accepting Xiong Bei Ming's challenge, he also took the opportunity to close every loophole, leaving no chance for anyone else to exploit one.
The match began almost at once. Xiong Bei Ming's spiritual energy was driven into a corner by the energy Fourth Young Master Feng unleashed.
Just as the winner was about to be decided, Xiong Bei Ming's spiritual energy suddenly split apart, dispersing like troops dividing to seize vital positions across the board.
Controlling