As they spoke, Kenny Lin stepped forward from the crowd and pointed a finger at Seonho Ming. "You. Step up. I accept your challenge."
"You're choosing me? Too scared to choose Temujin Lei because he'd kill you?" Seonho Ming retorted.
"Him?" Kenny Lin raised an elegant brow. "He's not even at the Deity Transformation stage yet. He can't kill me. I didn't pick him because I want him to see just how big the gap is."
And truthfully, Amalia was interested in Temujin Lei, who, like her, cultivated the Eight Gods Blade. Temujin Lei was probably eager to take it from her.
"You'll pay for your arrogance!" Seonho Ming stepped forward, his cultivation level also at the peak Soul Formation stage, like Temujin Lei, though he slightly less skilled. He knew Kenny Lin picked him, likely believing he was weaker.
The two of them faced off in the center of the battle ring, surrounded by onlookers, all watching without blinking.
