"Why don't you come on the stage?"
Zheng Xiang rolled his eyes at his word, "Dude, do you really think I will need anyone else's help to beat your weak ass?"
"Even your eighteen generations of ancestors won't be enough to even touch my hair," Xiao Ming scoffed at him
"Man, with those corny lines, someday you'll go far… and I hope you stay there." Zheng Xiang replied with an annoyed expression. "I truly hope."
"Hmph!"
Meanwhile, on the stage, the battles were finally coming to an end.
However, the interesting thing was that the circle with the new Inner Court disciples didn't have any suspense, and the result was easily declared with the disciple from the Eighth Peak, Duan Han, winning the fight by kicking his opponent out of the circle with ease.
While the other circle, the one with the older and new Inner Court disciples, had a neck-to-neck battle.
The older disciple carried a sword as his weapon, while the new Inner Court disciple, Feng Qiao, wielded a spear.
