Several hours later, the Virtual Battlefield stretched out before them as a vast, boundless expanse of open ground.
Xia Ping, Kuer, Li Hu, Lv Wenhou, and the others appeared on the Virtual Battlefield, facing one another from a distance.
At that moment, hundreds of millions of people flooded in to watch. They were all eager to see who would win this showdown.
Of course, most people favored Lv Wenhou and the others. After all, whether in cultivation level or numbers, they had an overwhelming advantage. Xia Ping was at a crushing disadvantage.
"Brother Xia, it's not too late to admit defeat. We could also fight you one-on-one. After all, it's a little unfair for so many of us to take you on."
Tang Mingchen smiled slightly as he made his suggestion. "In fact, we'd rather fight you on fair terms and use the battle to test each other's martial arts."
He looked magnanimous, but in truth, he was trying to undermine Xia Ping's confidence. If Xia Ping agreed, it would be tantamount to admitting defeat and placing himself beneath them.
That would mean that even in a one-on-one fight, he would already be at a disadvantage in terms of momentum. This was a battle of wills.
Tang Mingchen was skilled at psychological warfare. The duel hadn't even begun, yet the clash had already started.
"Enough nonsense. Come at me."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back and cast them a sidelong glance. "I don't take the likes of you and your third-rate skills seriously."
He wasn't fazed in the slightest.
"You've got some nerve, kid. Just wait—I'll see what you can do." Li Hu and the others glared at Xia Ping, unable to stand the bastard for even a second longer.
Clang!
At that instant, a clear bell