Hearing Sikong Jing's condition, Wan Tonghui's expression changed slightly. "Yang Li, forget it. He isn't qualified..."
"No, I accept!"
Yang Li cut Wan Tonghui off sharply, then stared fixedly at Sikong Jing and added, "If you lose, I don't want your life either. I only want you to kneel and present the Tyrant Soul Token to us as a gift on the day Tonghui and I become engaged."
The moment those words fell, everyone's eyes snapped toward Sikong Jing again. This Eastern Plains kid wouldn't agree, would he?
"Fine." To everyone's surprise, Sikong Jing agreed without hesitation.
The crowd could hardly believe it. No matter how useless Yang Li was, that was only because she had faced the terrifying Weng Ting. No matter what, Sikong Jing was only a squad member; he could not possibly be Yang Li's match. Even if she suppressed her cultivation, it would still be impossible.
Then everyone looked toward Yang Yi, wondering whether he would step forward to stop this.
But Yang Yi showed no intention of intervening. A strange smile even curled across his lips, as if he had absolute confidence in Sikong Jing.
Over here, Wan Tonghui felt no excitement at the thought of obtaining Sikong Jing's Tyrant Soul Token so soon. Instead, he said again, "Yang Li, why not forget it? There's no need for you to lower yourself and fight an Eastern Plains little beast like him!"
He still remembered that night in Chaos District Eight, when Sikong Jing had attacked him as well. Those sword moves had been incredibly strange.
Besides, the Eagle Group leader might well have been slain by him alone.
If it had been any other captain, Wan Tonghui would have had absolute confidence in defeating Sikong Jing. But Yang Li... the more he dealt with her,