The elders of both sects felt uneasy at his words.
The Myriad Transformation Sect elder in particular was troubled. Other than being Yang Lingshu's cultivation companion, this inner disciple Lü Fangxuan had never seemed remarkable in ordinary times.
Yet there was no better choice now. Admitting defeat and withdrawing would only damage their reputation further.
After considering it for a while, Mo Xian ordered Lü Fangxuan to take the stage.
He understood Yang Lingshu and knew his disciple was not one to make baseless claims.
Since he had said there was a forty percent chance of victory, it ought to be true.
The messenger cultivator relayed the news to Lü Fangxuan, who glanced at Yang Lingrui.
"Second Young Master, Young Master must be calling me onto the stage."
"Mm. Go."
Yang Lingrui nodded.
Had it been Zhao Qi or the others, he would likely have told them, "Do your best. Do not force yourselves."
But Lü Fangxuan was Lingshu's cultivation companion. Since Lingshu had called him up, he must have already given it careful thought.
Under everyone's gaze, Lü Fangxuan leaped onto the Dao Discussion Platform. "Myriad Transformation Sect, Lü Fangxuan, Third Level of Qi Gathering. I accept the challenge!"
Pang Yong looked at him, a trace of strange amusement appearing in his eyes.
This man's aura was even slightly weaker than Pan Qi's had been. Was he coming up here just to get beaten?
"Forget it, forget it. They're all nothing but stinking fish and rotten shrimp anyway. Whoever comes up will be the same!"
With that thought in mind, once the two supervising cultivators declared the start, Pang Yong sprang forward. He raised a hand and threw a punch toward Lü Fangxuan's vulnerable ribs.
This tactic of making a feint in the east and striking in the west