"Yes."
Zhao Luo's answer was the same as many of the spectators had expected.
There was no question of him stopping here, just at the 8th rank.
Looking at the confidence in Zhao Luo's voice, the elder didn't falter in asking him about his next opponent.
"Who do you want to challenge?"
The elder asked as Zhao Luo looked at the other six on the side of the top disciple.
The six who stood at the most front of the group, obviously the disciple at the top, Mo Suo wasn't there.
'His turn will come too, once I am finished with them.'
Zhao Luo muttered after which he pointed at the seventh disciple.
"I want to fight the seventh disciple."
Zhao Luo shouted as he looked at a little guy who stood among the other top disciple.
While he was short but he held the rank of the 7th strongest disciple in the outer hall.
