"Hey! Aren't you getting something wrong?" Jiang Che looked around and slowly raised a finger. "Ten against one, and you think you have the advantage? Wake up, please. Ten against one-the advantage is mine."
Jiang Che smiled contemptuously, his voice carrying a languid provocation. "Is that all you've got? This doesn't even count as a warm-up. I'd suggest you stop dawdling and come at me together. Maybe then you can force me to reveal my Martial Soul."
Jiang Che's words were arrogant in the extreme.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's expression changed.
Some were so furious that veins throbbed on their foreheads, seeing this as a blatant humiliation of Heaven Dou Royal Academy; some knitted their brows, secretly breaking into a sweat for Jiang Che; some scoffed, taking him for a braggart who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth; a few had shining eyes, filled with fanatical admiration for the strong; others held their cheeks, their gazes so dreamy that they seemed to have lost their souls.
Xue Beng sneered and took half a step forward, his chin raised. "Quit acting so high and mighty. You think you're impressive just because you knocked down a few Soul Grandmasters?"
Jiang Che lifted his eyelids, his starry pupils sweeping indifferently over that arrogant redhead, and his tone suddenly turned cold. "Trash like you had better shut your mouth. All you've dared to do this whole time is hide behind others and bark. If you've got the guts, stand in front of me and say that again."
Xue Beng's expression stiffened, and he waved his hand, humiliation turning to anger. "Heaven Dou Royal Academy isn't just about strength-it's about influence! Today, I'll show you what influence means. All of you, get him!"
Although the two Soul