"Who dares to launch a stealth attack?!"
Zong Ling shouted angrily, his face covered in mud.
"Just because you have more people doesn't mean you're acting like gentlemen, Jinyang Sun Peak!"
After the senior brother from Qingshuang Peak finished speaking, a sneer appeared on Zong Ling's face, "More people bullying fewer ones? Could you win even one-on-one?"
Thunderstorm Swamp was just that big.
During their conversation, other disciples from different peaks arrived upon hearing the commotion.
"Senior Brother Zong, since the disciples from Qingshuang Peak are so confident, why don't you both send someone for a match?"
"Would they dare? Everyone knows the disciples of Qingshuang Peak aren't ambitious."
"Exactly. They got first place in the newcomer competition once and now they're arrogant. Think about us from the other three peaks; how many times have we taken first place in the newcomer competitions."
Humiliation.
Extreme humiliation!
