A Mere Bunch of Great Soul Masters? I Alone Am Enough

At Ning An's words, everyone was stunned.

Ning An had agreed to the match?

Was this right?

Everyone had originally assumed that today's sixty percent of the profits was beyond their reach. They could only negotiate slowly and no longer dared to press so aggressively.

After all, judging by Ning An's ruthlessness and attitude just now, if they continued forcing him, it would surely end in mutual destruction.

None of the sect masters present were fools. Having witnessed that, no one would still volunteer to be the first to step forward.

Unless you were an infiltrator from another sect and wanted your own sect destroyed.

Yet no one had expected this young heir to the sect to actually accept a wager he was certain to lose!

Had he gone mad?!

There was simply no other explanation!

The sect masters exchanged glances, their eyes filling with shock and disbelief before quickly being replaced by wild delight.

Going mad was good!

Wouldn't that mean all the benefits would be theirs?

A vicious smile flashed through the Longwind Sect Master's eyes. Pretending to deliberate, he said, "Oh? Young Sect Master Ning truly dares to accept this match?"

"Young Sect Master, surely you aren't joking?" The Longwind Sect Master suppressed the excitement in his heart as he looked at Ning An expectantly, afraid that he was merely joking.

"I'm not joking," Ning An said slowly.

Phew!

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that their gains for today were already secured.

"Since the Young Sect Master has agreed, then naturally we shall accompany you to the end!"

"Don't go back on your word if you lose! Sixty percent of the profits!"

"Of course, if Young Sect Master Ning wins, we will naturally abide by the agreement as well."

Inside the hall, the elders of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect panicked. Their faces were filled with alarm as they stepped forward to dissuade him.

"Young Sect Master! You absolutely must not!"

"Young Sect Master, you are confused! The only two people in our sect with decent talent are you and Miss Ning Tian, but your martial souls are support-type martial souls. How can you fight those battle soul masters?!"

"They claim that their people are merely random gate-sweepers they raised, but that is clearly not the truth. We cannot defeat them!"

"There is no chance of winning this match. If we lose, our sect's foundation of ten thousand years will be utterly destroyed!"

The elders were sweating profusely, their voices anxious and their eyes full of deep despair.

They had personally watched the sect decline step by step and struggled to hold on until now. Ning An and Ning Tian, two geniuses, had finally appeared and slowed that decline. They absolutely could not let everything be ruined by this absurd match!

At the side, Ning Tian tightly clutched Ning An's sleeve. Her clear eyes were filled with worry and anxiety, and her eye rims had reddened slightly.

She knew the sect's current situation all too well!

Among the disciples of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, aside from those with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul, there was not a single one who could fight.

If they truly sent someone out, they might not even be able to defeat the opponent's weakest member.

"Brother!" Ning Tian gently shook his arm, her voice carrying a faint sob. "We won't compete with them. You mustn't act on impulse!"

Everyone was convinced that once this match began, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would undoubtedly lose.

Faced with everyone's objections and concerns, Ning An's expression remained calm from beginning to end, without the slightest trace of panic in his eyes.

Previously, he would never have acted like this, but now he had the system's beginner gift pack.

A powerful Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear martial soul, along with two attached soul rings that surpassed the limits of the first and second rings.

A few Great Soul Masters in their twenties were truly no match for him.

It would be hard for him not to win this one.

He gently raised a hand and tenderly brushed away his younger sister's small hand gripping his sleeve, his movements steady and composed.

"Don't worry."

Ning An's voice was clear and calm, yet it carried a power that pierced straight into the heart, reaching every ear in the hall.

"My Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can lose anything, but we can never lose our backbone and dignity!"

"These ungrateful wretches have relied on my sect for so long and enjoyed its protection, yet now they kick us while we are down and rob us during a crisis. If we do not teach them a harsh lesson, everyone in the world will think that the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can be bullied at will!"

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the anxious elders. Each word he spoke was steady and forceful:

"For this match, there is no need for anyone else to act."

"I will fight personally."

"A mere group of Great Soul Masters cannot stir up any real trouble."

"Today, I will personally teach these ungrateful things to recognize their place!"

An overwhelming confidence and domineering aura erupted from the eleven-year-old boy!

The elders looked at the boy's utterly resolute expression and fell speechless, all their attempts at dissuasion lodged in their throats.

They had never seen Ning An like this before.

The young sect master had always been clever, calm, and strategic. This was the first time they had seen him so high-spirited and ambitious, single-handedly standing against several major sects.

Yet for some reason, as they watched the boy's back—upright as a mountain—a faint glimmer of hope quietly arose amid the despair in their hearts.

Could it be... that the young sect master truly had a trump card?

Their hearts were tangled with conflict and anxiety.

Meanwhile, the prodigies and sect masters of the affiliated sects across from them had completely put their minds at ease. Their faces were full of mockery and disdain, taking Ning An for nothing more than someone stubbornly keeping up appearances.

"Hahaha! I seriously can't hold it in anymore—I'm dying of laughter!"

"An auxiliary Soul Master dares to claim he'll teach all us attack-type prodigies a lesson?"

"He's just putting on an act! Let's see where he'll put that face when he loses and kneels to beg for mercy!"

"With a level twenty-seven Grand Soul Master here, any one of the rest of us could crush him. I bet he can't even take a single move!"

The level twenty-seven Longwind Sect genius at the front crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at Ning An. Arrogance nearly spilled from his eyes, and his face was full of contempt.

"Young sect master, I'll stand right here. If you can make me take even one step back, I'll count it as my loss. That way, no one can say I'm bullying a child!"

Arrogant, overbearing, utterly contemptuous of everyone else!

In their eyes, Ning An was already a guaranteed loser.

Ning An raised his eyes indifferently, sweeping his gaze over the sect prodigies who were eager to make a move, their faces brimming with arrogance. His dark eyes were cold and still.

Keep being as cocky as you like!

When I smash you to pieces later, you'll have plenty of time to cry.

Ning An lightly lifted his foot and stepped forward, passing through the crowd and walking straight out of the council hall toward the broad sect arena ahead.

Sunlight fell across the boy's slender yet incomparably upright figure as he stood alone against the heroes of dozens of sects.

Standing at the edge of the arena, Ning An had his back to the worried sect elders and Ning Tian, who was filled with concern, while facing a group of enemy prodigies poised to strike and certain of victory.

The boy's voice was cool, yet it carried an arrogance that crushed everyone present as it rang across the entire plaza!

"You're going to let me?"

Ning An turned around, slightly raised his chin, and swept his disdainful gaze across the sect prodigies one by one before saying with supreme swagger, "You lot, come at me together."

Everyone: ???

Wait, you're an auxiliary Soul Master, and you want a whole group of Grand Soul Masters to come at you together? To gang up and beat you?

You're way too damn arrogant, aren't you?