The moment the words left his mouth, the entire venue fell silent. Then, in an instant, it erupted like a tsunami.
"Who is this guy? Carrying such a strange giant sword, yet he dares to spout such wild nonsense here."
"Senior Brother Zhang Yifei is one of the top three experts of our Eighth Peak. How dare you speak so insolently?"
The Eighth Peak disciples immediately broke into an uproar, anger written across their faces.
Even Gao Yueyue, reclining in her wooden chair, could not help furrowing her brow. All of a sudden, she sensed that this man carrying the giant sword was not so simple.
The Seventh Peak disciples, on the other hand, all wore amused expressions. Yet when they looked at the man with the giant sword on his back, they seemed deeply respectful.
What was surprising was that although this middle-aged man had spoken so arrogantly, Mo Buwu did not blame him in the slightest. Instead, he gave him plenty of face. Seeing that he wanted to take the stage, Mo Buwu could not help smiling as he looked at Gao Yueyue. "Peak Master Gao, since our Seventh Peak's Chu Tiankuang wishes to make a move, let him fight in the third match."
"Chu Tiankuang..." Gao Yueyue's expression turned somewhat grave. She knew that Chu Tiankuang had joined the Seventh Peak using a Shushan Token this time, and her understanding of his strength was only superficial. Now, seeing Mo Buwu's reaction, Gao Yueyue suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Vice Peak Master Mo, your disciple surnamed Chu seemed to have said so himself just now: if he cannot defeat Zhang Yifei of our Eighth Peak within five moves, then he loses. Those words cannot be treated lightly," Gao Yueyue said.
"Of course. Since Peak Master Gao also agrees