Chapter 287: Three versus One

Liam had a bad feeling about this whole Matchmaker thing even before he saw his matching. 

He had amazing battle prowess, but he didn't know the extent of how far the Matchmaker could assess that.

He didn't overestimate himself and put himself above the disciples of incredible martial art clans, but he was worried nevertheless.

…Still. 

What he saw was plain stupid.

3 Death Lung disciples – Rank 3 cultivators, all of them – against him. Just him. No support or otherwise.

Apparently, the Matchmaker had decided that he was a little too dangerous, and that a numerical advantage was required to balance things out.

Instantly, everyone present shot Liam an incredulous look. 

Especially Miasma Queen, whose blood-red eyes constricted with shock. 

Three of her strongest disciples equaled him? 

Impossible!

Just the implications vexed her.