One Against Ten

"Senior Brother, let me take the first match."

Zhao Gongming stepped forward eagerly and cupped his hands toward Lu Chen.

"Good. Since Junior Brother Zhao is so interested, you can take this round."

Lu Chen did not wish to spoil Zhao Gongming's enjoyment and simply nodded.

Of these ten rounds, he intended to bury every disciple of the Three Religions. As for the first round, it did not matter who took the field.

"Which one of you will fight me?"

"Senior Brothers..."

Shen Gongbao swept his gaze back, only to find Guangchengzi and the others all avoiding his eyes. Not one of them spoke.

Xuandu, Medicine Master, and Maitreya likewise remained silent.

Zhao Gongming's record spoke for itself. None of them had reached the Quasi-Saint realm yet; going up now would be nothing but asking to be beaten.

Seeing that no one was willing to step out, Shen Gongbao sighed. With such an overwhelming disparity in combat power, this team was impossible to lead!

Forget ten rounds—even in this first round, no one was willing to go up. Nobody wanted to take a beating for nothing, and they would have to endure at least five beatings.

That would not make them great philanthropists. It would make them colossal suckers.

Seeing that no one on the other side wanted to fight, Lu Chen's lips curled slightly. With several traces of disdain in his voice, he said, "Shen Gongbao, I gave you face, but it seems your fellow disciples do not."

"Forget it. My Jie Sect has always valued righteousness. Seeing how torn you all are, I'll offer you another convenience—you may send multiple people out at once. How about it?"

"If you are still going to cower and shrink back, then I don't think there is any need for this duel