That one casual sentence was enough to infuriate everyone present.
The eyes of the brothers, Liu Feng and Liu Yun, turned icy. Liu Ying shook her head repeatedly. To think she had once been so curious about Ning Jiang—it was laughable now.
Liu Shiyi's fine brows furrowed slightly as well. 'Is Ning Jiang arrogant, or just confident?'
The crowd was in an uproar.
"See? They get this angry over a single sentence. Such petty people will never amount to anything," Ning Jiang said to Liu Xianyu, ignoring the crowd's reaction.
"You whelp! Since you're looking for death, we'll grant you your wish!" Liu Feng said, his voice cold as ice.
"Whatever games you want to play, it's up to you," Ning Jiang replied, perfectly at ease and speaking in a relaxed tone.
Everyone shot Ning Jiang a venomous glare before huddling together to discuss.
After about half a stick of incense, they reached a conclusion.
There would be five rounds in total, each a different kind of competition.
