After addressing Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, Chen Xuanqing turned gracefully toward the crowd and offered a slight bow with his hands clasped.
"I am Chen Xuanqing. Since you have all spared no effort in traveling so far to seek me out, I shall give you a satisfactory answer today."
Yet Chen Xuanqing did not stop there. Instead, he continued with a hint of provocation, "However, I am also deeply curious about the strength of my three seniors, Poison Douluo, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo. It would be a privilege to witness it today."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward Ning Fengzhi, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and challenge. "Of course, if Sect Master Ning would also be willing to step into the arena and spar with this junior, all the better."
To the Douluos present, Chen Xuanqing's words struck like a thunderclap.
Their expressions instantly grew grave, anger flashing in their eyes.
Sword Douluo laughed in fury. The longsword in his hand trembled lightly, emitting a low hum. "Boy, you are indeed a genius, but being a genius does not make you strong. Today, I shall show you what true strength is!"
Bone Douluo gave a cold chuckle, his gaze filled with mockery and disdain. "Very well. Since you are so confident, I shall play along. But you'd better prepare yourself. I won't hold back, and I'll be sure to teach this boy who knows neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth a proper lesson."
Poison Douluo's face darkened. "Don't worry, boy. I know how to measure my blows. Even if I beat you until you have only one breath left, I can still heal you. Just don't say I didn't warn you when the time comes. My poisons aren't so easy to stomach."