Zhou Heng paused, a smile on his face as he looked at Lei Jingtian.
Lei Jingtian's face flushed red, then turned white. He had already sensed that things were going badly, but he had boasted so loudly, and in front of so many people—how could he possibly take it back now?
"Don't get cocky, you still haven't surpas—"
Bang!
An iron fist slammed into the Wall of Strength. As a ripple of light spread out, the number "756" appeared.
He had surpassed it!
Lei Jingtian's face instantly went pale, the corners of his mouth twitching without stop.
"Junior Brother Lei, a wager is a wager. I wonder if you can afford to lose?" Zhou Heng said with a smile.
As long as they belonged to the same branch, everyone was at the same cultivation level. Although their divine forms differed, they could not completely determine one's combat strength. Moreover, martial artists had always refused to concede defeat, so disciples of the same branch addressed one another as junior brother.
"Big guy, don't even think about going back on your word! Otherwise, Tiantian will tell Mother and Grandpa and have them deal with you!" Jiang Zishuang was clever as a ghost and immediately threatened him.
Lei Jingtian gritted his teeth. After his body trembled slightly for a moment, his knees suddenly buckled and he dropped to the ground. Bang, bang, bang! He knocked his head three times in succession.
The surrounding crowd immediately erupted. He had actually kowtowed!
But everyone knew that if Jiang Zishuang had not been present, Lei Jingtian would have had a ninety-nine percent chance of finding an excuse to leave. After all, one could not casually provoke conflict within the academy. If he simply walked away, was he supposed to fear Zhou Heng attacking him?
But after