"Senior brothers, don't be so aggressive. Even honest men have tempers. Do you really have to insist on competing with me?" Xia Ping raised a brow as he looked at the many inner disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land.
Bullshit!
The inner disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land were practically dying to spit in this brat's face. This guy's skin was thicker than the sky—if he counted as an honest man, then there were no honest men left in the world.
"Junior Brother Xia, it's not that we're being aggressive. You've gone too far. Last time, you slapped the faces of so many of us, leaving us with no way to back down. We became everyone's laughingstock, a joke before the whole world. If you won't give us a chance to recover our dignity, that simply doesn't make sense. Are you the only one allowed to challenge us, while we aren't allowed to challenge you? Is there such a rule in this world?"
An inner disciple sneered.
"All right, you do have a point."
After thinking it over, Xia Ping nodded. "Since you're all demanding it so strongly, it's not as if I can't give you a chance. Then let's compete during this Sacred Land Grand Competition. If any one of you scores higher than me, you win. Otherwise, I lose. That can't be considered bullying you, can it?"
He laid out his terms openly and generously.
What?!
Hearing this, the disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land grew even angrier. Just how far did this bastard intend to take his contempt for them? If even one among them had more points than this brat, they would count as winners. He was clearly planning to take on all of them by himself. He was far too arrogant.
Yet they still endured