Over the next few days, aside from indulging in delicious food at the dining hall, Ming Hao and his companions stayed shut up in their rooms, burying themselves in the study of various inherited teachings.
Time flew, and before they knew it, it was the day before they collected their monthly stipend.
It was the same familiar dining hall, but this time, Ming Hao and the others abandoned their usual uninhibited manner and ate with exceptional decorum, without a trace of roughness.
"Junior Brother Ming Hao, tomorrow is the big day when we collect our monthly stipend! It's also the day of your agreed duel with Luo Junhang and the others!"
Fatty Zhang looked at Ming Hao gravely and continued.
"And from what I've found out, it's no longer just Luo Junhang and his fellow disciples.
"Many Inner Disciples looking to curry favor with Zhao Yuan and Su Mei have joined them too! Their numbers have swelled so much that I've lost count."
Fatty Zhang paused, then continued:
"Worse still, plenty of outstanding experts who can take on a crowd single-handedly are participating this time.
"Yang Shu, Wang Jing, Liu Qingfeng, and others-there are forty or fifty such prodigies!
"They're all notoriously difficult opponents, with glorious records of defeating Out-of-Body Realm experts above their own level!"
The expressions of Lin Yong and the others shifted slightly at his words.
Although their strength had undergone a qualitative leap during this time, they had yet to truly test how powerful they had become.
After all, who the hell knew how many enemies they could actually defeat?
As the saying went, two fists could hardly fight four hands. With so many opponents, even a mouthful of spit from each would probably be enough to drown them.
Fatty Zhang glanced around at Lin