Inside the administration hall of the sect, disciples were whispering among themselves as they pointed towards a group of male disciples standing in front of a serious-looking elder. On one side, a group of male disciples were glaring at a handsome man who was yawning in boredom, ignoring the hateful glares he was receiving.
The elder, who saw Wang Ming acting so nonchalant, raised an eyebrow before speaking to the group in a serious voice.
"Let me confirm again, you, Outer Court disciple Wang Ming, have accepted their challenge for a death match?" the elder asked again to confirm.
"Yes," Wang Ming said in a nonchalant voice, as if it were another walk in the park.
"Looking at your cultivation, you're only at the Foundation Realm while your opponent is in the Core Formation Realm. Do you still want to continue?" the elder asked again, as in his eyes, Wang Ming was courting death.
"Yes," Wang Ming replied in a calm voice.