Only ten days had passed since their Holy Spirit Cult's surprise attack on Shrek Academy. In such a short time, even among Evil Soul Masters, those who could advance their cultivation were a tiny minority-let alone Chen Ping.
Facing Chen Ping was, in any case, far better than facing Mu En directly. Thus, Zhongli Wu kept his eyes fixed on Chen Ping. Although Chen Ping's arrogance had reached the extreme, he still did not immediately state his position.
"Since you want to die, we'll oblige you. One against ten, one at a time. If you lose, we won't kill you, either. You and your master can simply leave."
Zhongli Wu looked at Chen Ping with a somewhat peculiar gaze. He did not expect Mu En to actually leave, but since Mu En already intended to let Chen Ping get some practice, this would at least buy them a little time to stall.
Facing a Limit Douluo with three soul cores, they actually had no choice at all.
Something stirred faintly in Chen Ping's heart, and he slowly nodded at Zhongli Wu. "That will depend on whether you have what it takes."
Judging from the Evil Soul Masters' reactions, Chen Ping now understood very clearly that these people had fallen completely into the mistaken belief that Mu En stood behind him.
That suited him perfectly. The Evil Soul Masters had gathered together, but their positions were quite scattered, making it inconvenient to catch them all in one net. He might as well fight a couple of rounds first and reduce the number of people on the field...
With both sides harboring their own schemes, their abacus beads clattering away, Chen Ping stood alone with the Demon Shark Spear over his shoulder, staring intently at the Holy Spirit Ten Title Douluo ahead.