Direct Fight!

Several underlings began to clamor, yet their gazes held slightly less of their previous arrogance and far more bewildered uncertainty.

This was because they could not sense the slightest bit of madness or posturing from Lin Ming's gaze and tone; there was only a cold, nearly indifferent... earnestness.

He genuinely believed that going to the Life-and-Death Arena to kill someone was the most direct and effective method to resolve the trouble before him.

Gao Tianba stared at Lin Ming for a full ten seconds, his chest heaving slightly. He felt that his dignity had suffered a severe challenge.

If he refused the fight today, how was he, Gao Tianba, supposed to mix in the Special Training Camp from now on? How was he supposed to lead his underlings?

However... the Life-and-Death Arena was no small matter. Although he was confident he could crush Lin Ming, this punk had managed to slaughter his way all the way from South River to East Forest, so he boundlessly possessed extraordinary traits. What if... they capsized in the gutter?

"What?" Seeing that Gao Tianba remained silent for a long time, Lin Ming furrowed his brows slightly, appearing somewhat impatient, "Scared?"

He shook his head, his tone carrying a trace of disappointment, "Boring."

"The three of you can... come at me together."

Lin Ming's voice was not loud, yet it was like a cold thundering shock, exploding in the silent intersection, clearly transmitting into everyone's ears, and fiercely cleaving into the hearts of Gao Tianba and the few underlings behind him.

Come together?!

The three of you come together?!

Who the hell did he think he was?! A Tier Four expert?!

After a brief, dead silence came an even more surging fury and an unbelievable sense of humiliation.

"What the fuck did you say?!" That