"Me, the Arena Master?" Xue Jing was somewhat puzzled.
"Wouldn't that be a bit like bullying?"
At his current level, even if he solely relied on his martial arts prowess without using any special powers, he was on par with his senior brother, Meng Boshang. In terms of combat strength, he had already reached the 'Mortal Limit.'
In Qingcheng, this small city of the Outer Ring, this already placed him at the top echelon of martial forces. Not even characters like those from the large dojos, those Sea-Calming Divine Needle types, could compare to him.
Using him as the Arena Master for Hidden Dragon Dojo's competition... Generally speaking, it somewhat felt like using a cleaver to kill a chicken.
Li Qi waved his hand dismissively, "Where's the bullying in that? You are the youngest with the least training time among my Direct Disciples at Hidden Dragon School. It's only fitting and logical for you to take up the role."
