Not a Single One Could Fight

Li Xiuwen's words fell.

The square of the Iron Wire Society went quiet.

Then the crowd came to its senses.

The Iron Wire Society disciples flew into a rage.

"You brat, you've got some nerve!"

"Anyone can talk tough!"

"You think beating Hong Sanquan means you can sweep through every Three-Leaf Green Sprout in our Iron Wire Society? And now you want to fight ten..."

The Tiger-Crane Society disciples stared wide-eyed.

"Damn, ten fights in a row for a Hilltop Contest?"

"Isn't he afraid they'll wear him down one after another?"

"That's bold. Challenging ten at once? When Big Mountain contested the hilltop, he dared challenge five at most in one go. Wang Hezi challenged seven. Fighting ten matches straight against ten different people is several times harder than fighting Hong Sanquan ten times."

Big Mountain looked at Li Xiuwen and grinned. "Damn, brother. That's something."

Wang Hezi waved his folding fan with a flourish. "Not bad. I still don't acknowledge your strength, but I acknowledge your guts!"

Su Cha lowered his voice. "Little Blade Wen, can you hold up?"

He knew the Sea Sand Style gave its practitioners deep reserves of stamina, but ten fights would only get harder as fatigue piled up. When he had contested the hilltop, he had challenged eight people at most in one go. Even Li Xiaohu, with his bull-like vigor, had only fought nine.

After all, the Iron Wire Society would certainly send out Three-Leaf disciples.

They were all at the same level. Fighting ten in succession was too hard.

"I'll give it a try," Li Xiuwen said with a smile.

Li Xiaohu said, "Hey, if you pull this off, you'll give our Hilltop Contest a fine start. Su Cha and I will put up fifty Tongbao each and make it a hundred