"Who else is not convinced?"
Long Yan's gaze swept over the other eight people, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
If it was a display of strength, he would make every one of them submit.
"I'll give it a go."
At that moment, a figure stepped onto the stage, a woman, the only Martial God present.
The woman's name was Ling Shuang, at the First Level of Martial God.
"I won't hold back."
Ling Shuang looked at Long Yan, her eyes cold and her tone equally chilly.
"Bring out your full strength, maybe you can take one of my moves."
Long Yan laughed softly.
He could tell that Ling Shuang was strong, at least strong enough to fight the Second Level of Martial God, but that was not enough.
Ling Shuang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as naturally, she would not underestimate Long Yan.
In an instant, the power of the Martial God surged within her, and in the blink of an eye, she clawed at Long Yan, a dark gray claw mark tearing through the air with the speed of lightning.