"Thank you, Sect Master Ye. Since I am serving as the referee, I will surely be fair and impartial. Please rest assured, and may all under heaven be at ease!"
Mad Drunkard rose into the air with a step.
He stood between Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan, stretching out his hands to both, and said with a chuckle:
"Two top geniuses, today is the auspicious day of Misty Sect's promotion to a Four Star Level sect, and it's inappropriate to shed blood. Therefore, matches should stop at a touch, and both sides will be limited to eight hundred rounds."
"If no victor emerges after eight hundred rounds, it will be considered a draw."
"How about it?"
Mad Drunkard looked left and right, as if waiting for the two's decision.
"I have no problem with that." Han Yonghui nodded.
"Certainly no issue here." Zhou Fengyuan also nodded, casting a mocking look at Han Yonghui.
He was indeed instructed by someone else, so he challenged a Misty Sect disciple with the intention of crushing them.