"Chengshi, everything needs evidence."
Liang Wanshan furrowed his brow slightly and finally stepped forward to say something.
It wasn't for any other reason. He knew his adopted son's temperament best of all. Even if he'd heard that the Snake-Person Race would be involved in the Martial Tournament, he wouldn't have been able to deduce this information on his own.
Someone must have told him, but who that person was—and whether the information was correct—mattered a great deal.
"Father, Senior Brother Zhou Yun told me."
Liang Chengshi said earnestly, "I thought it over carefully, and I think it's very likely... We only need to send a few martial artists outside the city walls to find out whether it's true."
"Since that's the case, why don't we take a walk along the city wall?"
Liu Bomin stood up and cupped his hands toward Jiang Xing. "Young Master Jiang, what do you think?"
"I think it's a good idea. After all, I came here this time on the orders of an elder from the manor..."
Jiang Xing smiled slightly. "Why not make the number of Snake-Men slain the deciding factor for the top three in this Three Halls Martial Tournament?"
At those words, none of the grandmasters responded.
If they were the ones being sent into battle, they might have had no objections. But sending the younger generation—none of them yet thirty—to kill Snake-Men who had lived in the Black Profound Mountain Range since birth?
The battlefield was chaotic. The slightest misstep could cost them their lives, and most of them were only at the Dark Force level.
"I think this is an excellent idea."
A burly, middle-aged man with a scar stepped forward. "What's the point of only fighting among ourselves? If you want to see real skill, look at how they