Following the voice, Victor frowned. He did not know who the challenger was.
"You, what's your rank?"
"23rd!"
"I refuse, it's meaningless."
Victor sneered and sat on the spot.
"You refuse? Victor, you have to think carefully. This is the Prodigy Tournament. If you don't accept the challenge and word gets out, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
"Laugh at me for what? Laugh at me for being afraid of battle? Or laugh at you for not knowing your limits?"
Victor laughed coldly and pressed down on the hilt of his sword with one hand. He continued, "If Old Man Guan Xing is willing to change the rules, perhaps I will accept your challenge. Unfortunately, we are not allowed to kill. It's boring."
"Brother Wang, why are you wasting your breath? This person is afraid. He is afraid of you. So what if you spare his life?"