"Who is that?"
After a brief silence around the arena, the crowd erupted into a clamor.
The martial artists stared at Wang Tianming as if he were an idiot.
After all, Fang Xu was the famous thirteenth-ranked Martial Ranking expert, a Great Perfection master—and a sure bet for first place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking!
How arrogant did someone have to be to challenge him outright?
The kick that had sent the previous challenger tumbling off the stage had been stunning, but he was still nowhere near a Favored Child of Heaven.
The Heavenly Sword Sect Master and Red Leaf Divine Monk exchanged uncertain glances, then slowly shook their heads.
A moment later, countless gazes turned to Fang Yuan, all of them brimming with excitement.
Would the thirteenth-ranked Martial Ranking expert accept the challenge?
A white blur flashed, and Fang Yuan appeared on the arena. His expression was calm. "In that case, come over here and meet your death!"
"So this is a fight to the death?"
The Divine Monk's face filled with compassion. He pressed his palms together. "Benefactors, do not disturb the harmony of heaven!"
"Fine! A fight to the death, then!"
Wang Tianming stood with his hands behind his back, feeling his Fighting Spirit blaze.
"Amitabha. Once the heart conceives evil, it will reap an evil harvest." The Divine Monk shook his head with a sigh, then silently glanced at the Heavenly Sword Sect Master. His expression seemed helpless, yet there was something else in his eyes.
On the arena.
"This day... I, Wang Tianming, have waited three whole years for!"
Though Wang Tianming spoke with fervor, his stance was honed through countless trials, still as a mountain. It was instinct born of relentless practice.
"Is that so..."
A Child of the World who had waited three