"Hmph, I already said you were trash, yet you still came up here looking for a sense of presence."
Looking at the fellow lying beneath the Arena, the young man snorted coldly.
"Remember this—I am Su Cheng, and I only challenge the Eastern Region Top Hundred."
"This is the last mercy I will show. If anyone else challenges me, there will only be a road to death waiting for them."
"Those from the Eastern Region Top Hundred, get the hell out here and let me test your weight."
"Even now, no one dares to make a move? Are you truly trash, or are you simply too afraid?"
Su Cheng stood atop the Arena, continuing to spout wild boasts.
The cultivators around him looked incomparably grim, but at this moment, no one made a move.
Anyone with eyes could see that this fellow was far from ordinary. None of them wanted to go up there just to make themselves look foolish.
After all, he had made it exceedingly clear that he was here to pick trouble with the Eastern Region Top Hundred.
Now there was a good show to watch.
If no one could openly and honorably knock this fellow off the Arena, then in a few days, the reputations of the other ninety-seven people on the Eastern Region Top Hundred would be completely ruined.
After all, three people had already been defeated so far.
"Hmph, and still no one is willing to step forward?"
"If no one dares to enter the arena, then I'll start calling names."
"Those I call—if you don't come, the ones losing face will be you."
"You wouldn't want your reputations to rot in the hands of a nobody like me, would you?"
Su Cheng sneered, then took a small booklet from his robes and slowly