Jiang Ping observed their expressions.
He sighed, shook his head, and said, "I can give you a chance."
"In the future, if any of you feel that you are capable enough, you can come to me if you want to seek revenge."
"But you only have one chance. Because the outcome will only be determined by the winner staying alive, and the loser shall die."
And we will have an agreement that when the time comes, they will be like me today. No matter who dies, only one person will be killed, and no one's wife, children, or old people will be affected."
"If you still have some guts, go back and cultivate well. I will wait. You can come."
The child who had spoken in the crowd earlier slowly walked out of the crowd.
There were a few older youths who wanted to stop him.
He stood up resolutely and asked, "Do your words count?"
Jiang Ping nodded, "Yes."
