War Martial City, Lang Yiwei

Shang Fu's body went completely rigid, and he nearly slapped Ling Feiyan across the face.

Damn it, couldn't you have asked me in private?

If I said I wasn't sure now, wouldn't that be humiliating? What if anyone planning to join me ran off?

With no other choice, Shang Fu could only puff out his chest and say inscrutably, "Of course I'm absolutely certain. If Sikong Jing still had that beast arm, he'd be rather troublesome, but with only one hand left, I can take care of him within a hundred moves."

That boast left Shang Fu feeling uncomfortable all over. He hastily found an excuse and returned to his room.

Hearing this, everyone let out long breaths of relief. As long as Senior Brother Shang was confident, it was fine. Otherwise, they truly would have to seek another way out.

Half an hour later, the fleet began sailing toward War Martial City.

On the deck, Gongyang Ying quietly asked, "Senior Sister Ling, I don't think Senior Brother Shang is that confident, is he?"

If he was confident, why hadn't he challenged him directly earlier?

Besides, Sikong Jing had defeated Senior Sister Ling, sixth on the Thousand Tyrants Ranking, in a single move.

Yet these words made Ling Feiyan deeply displeased. She replied heavily, "Don't make wild guesses. I already told you that Senior Brother Shang is playing the pig to eat the tiger. Do you think he didn't act just now because he lacked confidence?"

Seeing Gongyang Ying silently agree, Ling Feiyan said with utmost seriousness, "Of course not. Senior Brother Shang merely wants to conceal his strength and keep others from seeing through him so easily. He wants to make a name for himself with one stunning feat in the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce quota battle."

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