"I said your sword art was mediocre, even a disciple whom I casually guided can beat you. Don't agree?" Ling Fan's calm voice faintly rose beside them.
Feng Liangbi's mind was in turmoil. Although Bei Rushuang had resorted to trickery, he, as the Chief Elder, had lost, and since he could be outwitted by trickery, it meant his sword art indeed had flaws.
What's more, even though he had suppressed his cultivation, his own True Essence Inner Force was much greater than Bei Rushuang's, which gave him a considerable advantage.
Feng Liangbi found it difficult to accept internally, but still, he looked towards Ling Fan and insisted, "I want to challenge you!"
"Hmm? You want to challenge me?" Ling Fan's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"The battle just now doesn't count and isn't reflective of my true strength!" Feng Liangbi pondered for a moment, then slowly said.
"Heh, you think your true strength can beat me?" Ling Fan was noncommittal.
