Clash: A best-of-three challenge

Beside the main road, the atmosphere abruptly tightened.

The blue-robed young man's challenge from the Mountain-Suppressing Sect was like a stone cast into a still lake, stirring ripples.

Yue Qianshan did not immediately stop the young man's provocation. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and studied Li Xuansheng and the members of the Li Family and Dongyue Family behind him. As an elder of the Mountain-Suppressing Sect, he had naturally heard of the Li Family's deeds. But rumors were one thing; seeing was believing. He, too, wanted to use this opportunity to test just how capable this rising power's younger generation truly was.

Dongyue Qingxuan frowned slightly and was about to speak, but Li Xuansheng had already stepped forward. He looked calmly at the blue-robed young man. "What sort of match did you have in mind?"

The young man declared arrogantly, "Simple! Three fighters from each side, best of three! We'll stop short of injury and call it a warm-up for the tournament! How about it?"

Li Xuansheng's gaze swept over the Mountain-Suppressing Sect's twenty young disciples. The blue-robed youth who had spoken had the strongest aura: level seventy-five soul power and vigorous vitality, clearly possessing a strength-oriented martial soul. Two others, a man and a woman, were also formidable. The man was level seventy-three and the woman level seventy-two. They were likely the Mountain-Suppressing Sect's trump cards for this tournament.

In terms of top-end combat strength, his own side held a clear advantage. But Li Xuansheng had no intention of exposing every trump card beside this road for other forces that might be watching in secret.

After a brief pause, he said, "Best of three is fine. But since this is a friendly exchange, both sides must choose their fighters from tournament participants under twenty. The elders and seniors will