Outer Robe

The contract hung in midair above the Thousand Mechanism Grounds.

"Three months?" Shi Lei's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

The folding fan in Dantai Ming's hand fell to the ground, and he felt his scalp go numb.

"Damn!"

Little Thunder God slapped his thigh. "What guts! What damn guts!"

He had thought he was arrogant enough, but he had never expected Lu Zhen to be even more insane than him.

Three months?

This was simply too damn impressive. Little Thunder God was thoroughly convinced today.

And those old hands from the Inner Sect were equally stunned.

"He's gone mad. That kid is definitely mad."

A saber-wielding Inner Sect disciple shook his head repeatedly. "Senior Brother Qi is at the peak of the Rushing River Realm! He's almost got one foot over the threshold into the Nu River Realm."

"Lu Zhen is merely at the peak of the Stream-Gathering Realm."

"Three months? At best, he could break into the Early Rushing River Realm. That's a full three minor realms apart!"

"A tournament fight isn't child's play like that suppression of realms just now."

"That will be a real battle to the death. No suppression of strength, no limit on methods. Once they're on the stage, they may not necessarily have to fight to the death, but they will have to determine who is superior. Accidents are inevitable."

"Three months from now, that kid probably won't even be able to withstand one move from Senior Brother Qi."

Deep in the clouds.

Several academy elders also exchanged glances. The approval that had originally filled their eyes had now completely turned into astonishment.

"He's far too arrogant."

The purple-robed elder from the Divine Firmament Thunder Academy frowned deeply. "It's good for young people to have spirit, but steel that is too rigid