Lin Qian stood where he was, unmoved, only sizing up the person who spoke.
The person who spoke was the bald youth standing at the front of the group. His muscles were taut, and his white robe stretched out, sticking tightly to his muscles. His sturdy figure made him look like a small giant among the group of people.
Liu Ming, this name Lin Qian had heard before. He was ranked seventh among the inner disciples, and his martial soul was a pair of fists that strengthened his body.
Plus, Liu Ming often trained his body when he cultivated. This martial soul was like adding wings to a tiger.
In terms of close combat, Liu Ming was one of the best among the inner disciples.
In the past, many disciples in the Wanxiang Sect had compared Lin Qian to Liu Ming, discussing which of the two was stronger.
But in the eyes of the inner disciples, Lin Qian's body was much stronger than the average Nirvana Realm martial artist's.
But in front of Liu Ming, who had also trained his body and had a martial soul that strengthened his body, Lin Qian was not as strong.
Lin Qian did not answer, so Lei Qian stepped forward for him, "Liu Ming, why are you going back on your word?"
"Oh, isn't this Lei Qian? I heard you lost to a Formative Origin Realm kid, and yet you shamelessly call him boss. I didn't believe it at first, but the tenth ranked genius of the inner sect is so spineless." Liu Ming rubbed his bald head, revealing his yellow teeth as he taunted Lei Qian.
Speaking up to here, Liu Ming spread his arms, gesturing to the people behind him, "Look closely, many of your original Sprint Thunder Tribe disciples have come to follow me."
Looking at the people behind Liu Ming, Lei Qian indeed discovered that many of them were originally from the Sprint Thunder Tribe.
"Cruel and unscrupulous. Whatever benefits Senior Brother Lei gets, he always wants to share with us, but they …"
"Forget it, we already knew, why be angry?" The remaining Sprint Thunder Tribe disciples sighed and shook their heads.
"Plus, it's not noon yet, so the challenge hasn't started. I can change the location and method if I want to. That's the rule, how can you say I'm going back on my word?" Baldy Liu Ming laughed, as if mocking Lei Qian.
Lei Qian still wanted to say something, but Lin Qian suddenly raised his hand and stopped him from speaking.
Then, Lin Qian walked up and stared at the baldy. "Tell me, how do you want to compete?"
Looking at the young man walking towards him, Liu Ming knew that he should be Lin Qian.
"Very simple, group battle." Liu Ming grinned and pointed to the sky, "There's still an hour before noon. Before that, however many people can come."
"Despicable!" Lei Qian couldn't help but roar when he heard Liu Ming's method of competition.
The group battle was a special type of competition. In fact, Lei Qian had vaguely guessed Liu Ming's intentions when he changed the competition stage to a battle stage like Number 36.
As the name suggested, a group battle was a chaotic battle between two parties. The number of participants on both sides was usually decided by mutual agreement.
Because it was a challenge for the Middle Ancient Ruins, everything could only be decided by Liu Ming.
According to Liu Ming, before noon, both sides could call as many people as they could.
According to this rule, the situation was not in Lin Qian's favor.
Liu Ming was ranked seventh among the inner sect disciples, so naturally, there were many inner sect disciples following him. Including Lei Qian's people from the Spring Thunder Tribe, there were at least five to six hundred people.
Just by looking at the stage, there were at least three hundred people behind Liu Ming.
On the other hand, on Lin Qian's side, including Lei Qian's Spring Thunder Tribe, there were only a few dozen people.
There was only an hour before noon. Not to mention how many people they could call, time alone was probably not enough.
"Lin Qian, you can call those useless outer sect disciples over. At least there's more of them." Then, Liu Ming laughed out loud. "You can't kill your opponent in a competition, but it doesn't matter if they're injured or disabled. Tell them to think carefully before they go back missing an arm or a leg."
"What right do you have to insult outer sect disciples? They're useless." Liu Ming's words made Lin Qian's expression change. "Have you never stayed in the outer sect?"
"It's because I've stayed that I know how many useless people there are in the outer sect!" Liu Ming curled his lips and spread his hands innocently. "Sorry, I just like to speak the truth."
"Senior Brother Liu, I'm here!" Suddenly, an extremely arrogant voice rang out from behind Lin Qian's group.
Then, another group of people got on the stage and walked right past the Spring Thunder Tribe.
This group of people far outnumbered the Spring Thunder Tribe, forcing the people behind Lin Qian to scatter.
The leader of this group was a youth with short hair. When he walked past, he purposely bumped into Lei Qian and said disdainfully, "You have no parents and only know how to rely on your grandfather."
After saying this, he whistled and led the group away.
Lei Qian stood where he was, trembling all over. He gritted his teeth and glared at that person's back.
"You actually didn't make a move?" Seeing Lei Qian's state, Lin Qian's face darkened.
Lei Qian took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. "Standing on the stage is equivalent to waiting for the match to start. If I make a move, you'll lose, boss."
"And I didn't think that Lei Kuo, ranked ninth in strength, would actually come to help him." Lei Qian stared at the youth who had started insulting him, his voice hoarse.
The youth with short hair was wearing a purple robe. Leading more than two hundred people, he smiled and walked over to Liu Ming, exchanging pleasantries.
Lin Qian knew this person, Lei Kuo. He was the grandson of Lei Qian's grandfather, Lei Heng's second brother, Lei Xiang.
"From the looks of it, this pair of brothers from the same clan seem to have a bad relationship," Lin Qian thought silently as he looked at the furious Lei Qian.
"You're Lin Qian?" Suddenly, a questioning voice came from the other side. Lin Qian looked up and saw that it was Lei Kuo.
Before Lin Qian could say anything, Lei Kuo raised his chin and said gloatingly, "I heard that your master, Battle Emperor, is dying? Hahaha … "
As soon as Lei Kuo finished speaking, Lin Qian's face instantly darkened and he stared coldly at the other party.
"What are you staring at? You think you're some bullsh * t Young Emperor just because you beat my useless brother? Ptui! "
"You're just relying on your master's name. Let's see what you can rely on when your master is dead.
"Oh right, rumor has it that your master was dying a long time ago. Why isn't he dead yet?"
Lei Kuo jabbered on, but Lin Qian only maintained a cold expression and did not speak.
"Hmph, coward!" Lei Kuo mocked when he saw that Lin Qian was not retorting. He turned his head and chatted with Liu Ming, waiting for noon to arrive.
Killing intent filled Lin Qian's body.
If it wasn't for his master, Wei Wushuang, Lin Qian would have died a long time ago!
To Lin Qian, Wei Wushuang was his savior, his master, and his second parent.
Yet this Lei Kuo dared to humiliate Wei Wushuang and even asked his master to hurry up and die!
"Do you mind if I kill this Lei Kuo later?" Lin Qian asked Lei Qian coldly.
Lei Qian took a deep breath and laughed sinisterly, "I'll kill him together with Boss!"
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