Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
In an instant, a hundred disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land appeared on the duel platform. They spread out around it, fury bursting from them as they glared viciously at Xia Ping, their killing intent soaring.
If the duel had not yet begun, they would have rushed forward at once and torn Xia Ping to pieces.
"My god, they're really doing it—a hundred against one. This has simply never been heard of in the history of duels at the Primordial Sacred Land. This scene is utterly outrageous."
"Is Xia Ping really courting death? How could he dare make such a suicidal demand?"
"Honestly, I've never seen such a stupid request in my life. That kid is far too arrogant. He has no idea what he's actually done."
"But if that kid truly wins, it'll be an unprecedented event—an earth-shaking record that will leave an indelible mark on the Primordial Sacred Land."
"Stop joking. That kid doesn't even have a one-in-a-billion chance of winning. He wants to fight a hundred people alone? Why doesn't he just fly to the heavens and burrow into the earth while he's at it?!"
"Exactly. If he really wins, I'll eat every piece of shit in the toilet and lick it clean."
The audience erupted into discussion. They were all in an uproar, having never imagined something so absurd would happen. It was simply too shocking.
Yet all of them believed that Xia Ping was purely courting death. There was no possibility of victory—not even the slightest.
"You're quite fortunate—and honored."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the crowd. "You're lucky enough to fight me. You'll become the stepping stones for my rise to fame in the Primordial Sacred Land. In the future, you'll even have a nickname: