"Before we begin, I will give you three breaths to admit defeat."
On the dueling platform of Group Five, Leng Wu Xue stared icily at Wei Qingyi, his opponent.
"Admit defeat?"
Wei Qingyi chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "I don't think you have what it takes."
As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Leng Wu Xue's expression change, but even the spectators couldn't help but roll their eyes. They thought Wei Qingyi was being incredibly arrogant. After all, who was Leng Wu Xue? He was thirteenth on the Heavenly List and had already reached the Ninth-Level Martial Master stage. His cultivation techniques and martial skills were among the top of the younger generation, only slightly inferior to the top ten. If it weren't for the numerous experts at this martial arts tournament, he would undoubtedly be a strong contender for the top ten. Even so, no one could guarantee he lacked the strength to compete for a top ten spot; he just wasn't considered as much of a favorite.
