Nineteen gave a chuckle and pointed at Nine. "That's because he can fight. When we first came in, our numbers were assigned according to the order in which we arrived."
"But later, the rules changed. The stronger you are, the farther ahead your number is. So, kid, you'd better fend for yourself."
Li Bufan looked at Nine.
Nine looked back at him.
Li Bufan could feel that the aura radiating from this man was far denser than Eighteen's and Nineteen's. The pressure was like a mountain standing before him. Though Nine was not deliberately releasing it, merely standing there was enough to make anyone wary.
"Is that so?"
Li Bufan said slowly, "Then I really do want to find out what he's capable of."
Nine slowly walked toward Li Bufan.
The others in the valley silently retreated to either side, making room for the two of them.
Their movements were natural, as though this sort of thing had happened countless times before.
Nine stopped three zhang away from Li Bufan, looked him up and down, then flashed a grin. "Come on, kid. Let me see what makes you so arrogant."
As soon as his voice fell, Nine attacked.
There was no buildup or opening stance. His figure became a blur, crossing the three-zhang distance in an instant as his right fist shot straight out.
The punch looked ordinary enough, but as the fist neared him, Li Bufan felt an intensely scorching aura rush into his face, like the blazing sun crashing to earth, its searing waves churning.
Li Bufan's pupils contracted. Dragon-Scale Armor instantly appeared across his body, golden dragon-scale patterns covering him from head to toe.
He did not retreat. His right fist shot out as well, silvery-white moonlight power gathering over his knuckles as it slammed head-on into