After hearing Wang Gu's words,
one of the disciples behind him immediately stepped out of the crowd.
Zhao Cang and the disciples behind him all looked at the man who had stepped forward.
Lin Tian watched especially closely. He had caught that faint smile on Wang Gu's face.
The man called Xu Bailiang must have something remarkable about him.
Lin Tian studied him carefully.
At a glance, Lin Tian's attention was drawn to his arms, which were longer than an ordinary person's.
His hands almost reached his knees.
They were also covered in calluses.
He must practice a technique that relied on his hands.
But something about the man's gaze made Lin Tian uncomfortable.
It had a sinister, chilling quality.
Of course, whatever the man was capable of, it probably had nothing to do with him.
He remembered Zhao Cang saying he would send out a disciple of middling strength.
That all but meant Zhang Ming.
After all, Lin Tian was certain that in Zhao Cang's eyes, he ranked somewhere below the middle.
So the one being sent out to take the blows
would surely be Zhang Ming.
Zhang Ming seemed to think so too.
His eagerness to fight was practically written across his face.
"Lin Tian, come forward."
Zhao Cang's words stunned every disciple nearby.
Clearly, none of them had expected Lin Tian's name to be called.
Even Lin Tian himself froze for a second.
What?
I'm the one being dragged out to take the blows?
After speaking, Zhao Cang nodded to Lin Tian. "Go on. If you can't beat him, you can concede."
At those words,
Lin Tian finally recovered from his shock.
Zhao Cang must have sensed that Wang Gu was up to no good.
Does he not want Zhang Ming to get hurt?
Still, a moment