Hearing Wang Lingling's words, all the martial artists in the hall were furious.
This woman in front of them, who looked just over twenty years old, claimed to be a True Essence Realm Martial Artist?
The key was, no one took her self-praise seriously at first. But the next moment, she arrogantly declared that even if everyone in the hall joined forces, they still wouldn't be her match.
This was intolerable.
"Hey, little girl," a middle-aged man spoke up first, "Since you say you are a True Essence Realm Martial Artist, dare to spar a few moves with me, a Mingjin Martial Artist?"
"Brother Yin, there's no need for you to deal with this woman personally, I can handle it."
In the crowd, a man in his twenties smiled and said, "Beauty, don't cry if my moves get rough later."
"Gao Chuan, you're not trying to take advantage of her, are you?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
The young man immediately denied it.
"Alright, who doesn't see your intentions here."
