Wasting time

Are all the people you've hired so incompetent?

Su Zhan wouldn't look down on anyone, but this was the only way to challenge them as quickly as possible; waiting for them to reach a conclusion would take who knows how long.

Ultimately, it seems we'll have to resort to a physical contest to determine who goes first.

It's better to go together, to avoid wasting time.

But his words inevitably sounded arrogant, instantly making everyone very dissatisfied.

But they didn't know how to refute Su Zhan's words. If they refuted him, wouldn't that be admitting that the people they had hired were incompetent?

They all instinctively looked at the people they had asked for help.

I want to see what they have to say.

These people are all arrogant, and they only came here because they felt they had a certain degree of confidence.

Faced with the gaze of the crowd and the challenge posed by Su Zhan, how could they say they couldn't do it?

Each of them had no choice but to speak.

"Incompetent? You're describing yourself? I'm perfectly fine, anyway."

"Heh, it's a piece of cake. I wonder who's going to be scared."

"That's too easy, at least for me. I'm just worried about you guys."

"If no one objects, why don't we do it together?"

Upon hearing this, the person who invited them couldn't help but worry, but seeing how confident they all looked, they suddenly felt a sense of anticipation.

Since they were able to hire the best they could, and they paid a great price for it, they naturally had a certain level of confidence in their abilities, which is why they chose them.

Since they all think there's no problem, then perhaps I'm just overthinking it.

King of the Underworld seized the opportunity to speak.

"You heard it, they think it's fine."

Do you still object?

"Anyone who objects, come out and fight me."

King of the Underworld didn't want to waste words with them; at times like this, it was all about fists.

Since the people I invited had already agreed, there was naturally no need for them to continue objecting.

Nobody wants to challenge King of the Underworld, especially when it's pointless.

Since they don't object, we have no objection either.

"Since we haven't decided who goes first, let's just go together."

"Su Zhan, I hope you won't regret it later."

Even if you regret it, you won't get any second chances.

Everyone spoke up.

Su Zhan smiled and nodded upon hearing this.

"I don't need you to give me a chance."

"Your failure also has its merits; don't say things like you were affected by it."

"After all, they said they wouldn't be affected, and only the weak are affected by each other."

These words made everyone think Su Zhan was even more arrogant.

But there was no need to continue arguing; everyone was waiting to laugh at Su Zhan when he failed.

Soon, everyone dispersed, leaving only twenty or thirty people in front of the Murals, including Su Zhan.

Everyone looked at them with expectant eyes.

They hoped their people would win in the end, so that the Heavenly Painting Hall would belong to them.

Instantly, everyone drew their swords, as if in a rush to be the first to draw them.

Su Zhan, however, was in no hurry and started last.

They began to imitate the Sword Cultivator in the first Murals, wielding their swords.

Everyone sneered at this.

"He seems quite anxious."

"He started before even studying the Murals; is this his first time at the Heavenly Painting Hall?"

"He got impatient; seeing everyone else had started, he couldn't hold back."

"King of the Underworld, you really chose the wrong person. How can he possibly make it to the end?"

Although they all hoped their opponents would lose, they undoubtedly hoped that Su Zhan be the first to fail, as that would be the most satisfying.