"Draw lots? Draw lots for what? Can't he continue to be the champion?"
Jiang Chen sat in the middle of the ring as soon as he came up.
He was here to be beaten up, and in the end, he was beaten up by everyone.
"Isn't this guy too … arrogant?"
"So it's him. He does have the qualifications."
"Who is he?"
"Senior Jiang Chen, the champion of the tenth ring."
"Do you think the top ten finals will be the same as the competition of the ten rings?"
"Indeed, these are the nine strongest inner court disciples."
"No, there are six of them. Three of them are true disciples, and this Jiang Chen … seems to be a quasi-true disciple."
"No wonder he could defeat Luo Feng, who is ranked eighteenth among the true disciples. It turns out that he is also a true disciple."
"Haha, forgive me for being blunt, but it's only eighteenth. It's nothing."
"You are quite arrogant. You should become a true disciple first."
"I'm not arrogant, but there are the tenth, ninth, and eighth true disciples standing in the ring now."
"Really? True disciples really came to participate in the Inner Sect Grand Competition? "
"Look for yourself, the person standing on the extreme left with his hands behind his back with an imposing appearance is the Rushing Thunder Hand Shu Yang, ranked eighth among the Direct Disciples."
"The one standing beside him with a big saber is the ninth true disciple, Great Saber Wang Wu."
"And the one with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear, who is as tall as an iron tower, is the tenth true disciple, Zheng Long."
The crowd was surging, and the exclamations were endless.
It couldn't be helped. It was rare to see a true disciple participating in the Inner Sect Grand Competition.
The key was that this time, the participants were the top ten true disciples.
This was so important that the disciples below didn't dare to say anything.
The people above didn't care about the discussions below.
However, there were naturally people who were dissatisfied with Jiang Chen's words.
"You want to be the champion?"
"Are you strong enough?"
Zheng Long glanced at Jiang Chen with contempt.
"It doesn't matter if I'm strong enough. The key is to be the champion."
"Referee, I have been sitting in this position for a long time."
Jiang Chen deliberately patted the middle of the ring, and his eyes kept hinting to the referee.
"Eh?"
"There has never been a champion in the finals of the top ten?"
The referee replied to Jiang Chen mercilessly.
"There wasn't one in the past, but there is one today."
"Listen up, I'm going to wheel you guys."
"If you're afraid, just give up."
In order to take a beating, Jiang Chen went all out.
If he offended someone, then so be it.
As long as it could help him improve his cultivation, not to mention offending people, even if it meant killing people, he would not hesitate.
"How dare you!!"
"You don't know what you're talking about."
“....。”
Out of the nine men, five of them were staring at Jiang Chen furiously.
In Jiang Chen's eyes, this was the effect he wanted.
Since the referee couldn't do it, he could only infuriate these people.
"Defending the arena? I'm afraid he won't be able to defend even one person."
"I'm going to make him lose all his face and raise his head in Tiangang school from now on."
"Judge, grant him his wish."
"I agree."
"Seconded."
“.....。”
Hearing these people's anger, Jiang Chen's heart was already blooming with joy.
"Nonsense, the sect's grand competition is not something you can control."
"All of you, come here and draw lots. Those who don't draw lots will be taken as forfeiting."
The referee's reprimand directly destroyed Jiang Chen's plan.
"Wait."
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the referee's stand in the martial arts arena.
Everyone looked over. At this moment, the referee's stand was filled with big shots that they usually didn't see.
It turned out that all the deacons in the martial arts arena had to be present as referees for today's competition of the top ten.
Even the hall master of the martial arts arena appeared on the rostrum.
And this "wait" was what he said.
"Since you want to defend the arena, and they don't mind, I'll grant you your wish."
"But … if you lose a match, you'll be last in the top ten."
The hall master of the martial arts arena spoke.
"Thank you, hall master, I have no problem with that."
A pleasant surprise, it was definitely a pleasant surprise.
Jiang Chen looked at the hall master of the martial arts arena joyfully. As long as he was the arena master, it didn't matter even if he lost his ranking, let alone the tenth place.
After all, Luo Feng, who was ranked eighteenth among the direct disciples, had benefited him greatly. What about the tenth, ninth, and eighth?
"Do you have any problems?"
The hall master of the martial arts arena looked at the other nine people.
"If he wants to be a bitch, we have no problem."
"It's best if you can kill him, then I have no problem."
"One against nine, hehe!"
“....”
Hearing these people's words, it seemed like Jiang Chen had really angered everyone.
"If you can kill him right under my nose, you're good."
The hall master of the martial arts arena said.
"That … hall master, you can't go easy on him."
"Remember, protect me at the crucial moment."
Jiang Chen's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but add on.
He was here to be beaten, not to seek death.
Was he the only one who had a system, and others couldn't have a cheat?
If he was careless and failed miserably, he wouldn't even have a place to cry.
It was because of this competition mechanism that Jiang Chen wanted to be the arena master so brazenly.
After all, at the crucial moment, the referee would stop him.
Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Even the hall master of the martial arts arena didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Coward!!"
"Pfft, he wants to be the arena master with this."
"Is he looking for a sense of presence?"
“....！”
The people in the arena looked at Jiang Chen's shameless look and complained.
"Is it because you don't like me?"
"Do you guys want to beat me up?"
"Do you guys feel very angry now?"
"Very good, please maintain this anger."
"Don't go easy on me during the competition later, or you'll be defeated by me in an instant."
Jiang Chen talked nonsense, and the remaining four people couldn't help but frown.
"Stop talking, I'm going to beat you up if you talk again."
"Since it's the arena competition, the remaining nine people come up and draw lots to decide the order of the competition."
In the end, the referee still took out his box.
Seeing that the atmosphere was about to be exaggerated, Jiang Chen smiled bitterly and didn't say anything else.
The lottery was very fast, and it was drawn in an instant.
"The order of the competition is from the lowest to the highest, which means that No. 1 will go up first to … the arena master."
As soon as the referee finished speaking, Zheng Long laughed out loud.
"I'm No. 1, I'm No. 1."
"Kid, you're dead."
Zheng Long waved the number in his hand at Jiang Chen a few times.
"You're the first one."
Looking at the big guy with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear, Jiang Chen couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart at all and laughed out loud.
"This is … crazy, right?"
"Why do I feel that his laughter is very happy?"
"Come on, Senior Brother Zheng Long is not Luo Feng. You should know that in terms of ranking, Senior Brother Zheng Long is eight places higher than Luo Feng."
"Don't underestimate these eight places. You should know that the top ten is definitely the dividing line between the strength of the true disciples."
"In that case, Jiang Chen will lose the first round."
"It's not an inevitable outcome, but an inevitable outcome."
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