At the command, the crowd below instantly erupted.
"Go, Senior Sister Xu! Beat this guy to death!"
"Show him that the thirty-ninth-ranked genius on the Heavenly Prodigy Ranking isn't someone he can scam!"
"Beat him until he's crawling around looking for his teeth! Make him spit out everything he swallowed!"
Furious cheers rose one after another, nearly lifting the roof off the entire Martial Arts Arena.
Not to be outdone, Fang Yuan cupped his two palm-leaf-fan-sized hands around his mouth like a megaphone and roared with every ounce of strength he had.
"Go, Senior Brother Chun!"
Unfortunately, how could his lone voice compete with the roaring tide of several thousand disciples?
It was instantly drowned without a trace.
The two stepped onto the platform.
Chun Xiaobai wasted no time. With a flick of his wrist, he drew a coldly gleaming long sword straight from his waist.
At the sight, everyone blurted out, "What the hell? How does this guy still have a Storage Bag?"
But they soon realized that the Storage Bag clipped to his waist was merely the most ordinary low-grade Yellow Tier bag.
The Mystic Tier Storage Bags he had won earlier were still in Elder Fu's hands.
"Junior Sister, please enlighten me."
Chun Xiaobai pointed his sword diagonally toward the ground, assuming an opening stance he thought looked dashing.
Xu Wei frowned slightly, but she paid no attention to his antics. She simply stood there quietly, cold air spreading around her.
Not moving? Then you won't get a chance to touch this mighty king!
Chun Xiaobai gripped the hilt with both hands and barked, "Junior Sister, watch my sword!"
Only then did Xu Wei slowly raise her hand, preparing to control her qi and defend.
Yet what awaited her was not a fierce sword move from Chun