Ever since the three sources of students had gathered on the First Floating Island, debate over who was stronger and who was weaker had never ceased. Yet to this day, none of the so-called prodigious new students had actually fought.
Lin Yi was among the best of the Preparatory Students, while Niu Chuangchuang had emerged through competitive battles among the many small realms.
Their match, in a sense, represented the relative strength of the two student factions, naturally drawing the attention of many new students.
However, as more and more people gathered, Niu Chuangchuang, standing in the center of the Arena, grew somewhat impatient.
"Benefactor Lin, what are you waiting for? We can begin!"
"No rush. Our referee hasn't arrived yet. The stakes between us are worth quite a bit—I'm afraid you'll refuse to honor the bet after losing."
Niu Chuangchuang was left speechless, and a nameless anger rose within him. "I am a disciple of Buddhism. I do not speak falsehoods. Win or lose, I will honor the bet. Besides, it's merely a Bodhi Fruit. It means nothing to me."
Lin Yi said nothing. Niu Chuangchuang's credibility with him was zero. No matter how eloquently he spoke, Lin Yi would not believe him.
A moment later, a steward responsible for the Arena area strode rapidly through the sky from afar, bringing with him a howling gale.
His physique was powerful. He seemed to cultivate the Immortal Physique Method as well.
"You two are the ones who applied for a referee for your match?"
Lin Yi cupped his hands. "That's right. May I ask how to address you, Senior Brother Steward?"
The steward looked young, with the appearance of an ordinary youth and unremarkable features. He slowly said, "My name is Qiu Feng. You are both early-recruited Class A disciples,