"Right, you're not allowed to challenge anyone yourself, because your goal is to defeat me. If you can beat me, all 1.7 million of my points at Hidden Dragon High Martial will be yours!"
"!!!"
Zuo Xiaoduo was dumbfounded.
1.7 million points?
What a huge temptation. But your cultivation was at God-Imperial Peak! With my meager cultivation, defeating you wouldn't just take until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse-it certainly wasn't something I could manage in a year or six months, or even three to five years, was it?
You've probably used this trick plenty of times to hoodwink the Top Seats of previous classes, haven't you?
And in the end, not a single one of your 1.7 million points ever went missing, did it?
What a crafty old fox. Far too crafty!
And... why should I lose a thousand points every time I lose a match? Even if none of the others could beat me alone, they could gang up on me. If I happened to be off my game one day and they took me down, wouldn't I suffer a crushing loss?!
Damn it, this was discrimination, blatant, naked discrimination!
Zuo Xiaoduo inwardly refused to accept it, but he dared not speak.
He had figured it out: Wen Xingtian's eyes kept sweeping over his face, full of ill intent. If he said one more word, he would probably become Wen Xingtian's punching bag!
A wise man didn't invite suffering when it was right in front of him!
At a time when a beating could come at the drop of a hat, Lord Zuo decisively backed down.
Sure enough, Wen Xingtian looked very disappointed.
Next came martial theory. Wen Xingtian taught his students not only through words, but through personal demonstrations as well. As