The arrogant residents of Martial Saint Mountain don't bother with backup plans. Every three years, students from the top hundred ranks in the outer sections act as challengers—they either cultivate different methods or boast various bloodlines. But they all share one thing in common: they are incredibly powerful.
As a martial artist in the Mortal Realm, you would struggle to find stronger individuals. At most, one could only surpass them by a hair's breadth.
However, that small margin might be enough to defeat them, but actually killing them would be as difficult as ascending the heavens, especially this challenger at the twenty-eighth arena.
Uncontrollable laughter echoed across Bifang Mountain's platform. The idle challengers standing around crossed their arms, looking on with amusement, anticipating the upcoming spectacle.
Even the twenty-eighth challenger named Step Dust, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, had a smirk on his face.
