Xiao Shitong sat upright, restrained his smile, and poured a cup of cold water on Wang Mu: "After previous observation, if you face him, you will only have a 30% chance of winning at most."

"Is there a 30% chance of winning?"

Wang Muyang raised his eyebrows, his eyes shining brightly, his five fingers suddenly closed, the air exploded in his palm, making a muffled sound: "It's enough."

When Xiao Shitong heard this, he couldn't help but be speechless.

He knew very well that this apprentice was a gentle and humble person on the outside, but in fact he was extremely proud at heart. Once he made up his mind, he could not even get back even if he was nine cows.

But the question is, is it better to let Wang Mu take the initiative to do it more than harm to the Tianlong Sect or more harm than good?

In fact, Xiao Shitong has a way to temporarily improve Wang Mu's strength and increase his chances of winning in the upcoming battle.

But after several weighings, Xiao Shitong still chose to give up.

Doing that is equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst, which is harmful to Wang Mu's long-term development.

As the head of the Tianlong Sect, Xiao Shitong has a long-term vision and never cared about temporary gains and losses.

Wang Mu is his personally selected heir and has hope to join Gangjin in the future. Xiao Shitong does not want to bet on Wang Mu's future for the sake of the so-called sect interests.

Many thoughts flashed through Xiao Shitong's mind.

"Don't let me down."

Xiao Shitong stared at Wang Mu's face, his eyes wide and distant, as if he wanted to look into the latter's heart: "You must do your best to strive for victory."

"Master, please rest assured. This is an opportunity I have been waiting for for a long time. I am more eager to prove myself than anyone else, and I am more eager to win than anyone else."

Wang Mu suddenly stood up, raised his right hand, pounded his chest hard, and said loudly: "I am the title of the strongest contemporary person!"

Time flies, and more than half an hour passes in a blink of an eye.

After urgent discussion, the Martial Arts League finally passed Lin Chong's proposal and decided to set up a ring in the square in front of the National Museum of China, so that several candidates could decide the outcome in front of the world's warriors.

The news spread quickly among the warriors.

The warriors who had complained seemed to have been injected with a shot of a cardiotonic agent and discussed happily, and the slightest dissatisfaction arising from waiting for too long had already been thrown to Java.

"You can actually see the battle between Grand Master Danjin with your own eyes. This trip is worth it, and this trip is worth it!"

"I heard that Your Excellency Lin Chong is going to fight against four, is that true?"

"Impossible? Then he will definitely lose?"

"We are not in the position of Your Excellency Lin Chong, how can we understand his thoughts? Less gossip and wait and see."

"Call your senior brother and let him come and watch the game!"

"I'm notifying the master quickly. If he missed this, he would probably regret it for the rest of his life!"

In the lively and busy atmosphere, the closed gate of the National Museum suddenly opened, and a group of members of the Wu League wearing black and red training uniforms came out one after another and walked into the square along the steps.

The members of the Martial Arts League were carrying a huge wooden box on their shoulders, with heavy steps, and the tight and twisted muscles could be vaguely seen under the practice suit.

"Crazy!"

The warriors separated the sides like a tide, giving up a passage, and looked at the members of the martial arts league curiously, guessing what was in the wooden box.

The members of the Martial Arts League walked straight to the middle of the square and put down the wooden boxes one after another.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The wooden box made a dull sound when it came into contact with the ground, which was obviously not light. It was estimated that it was at least more than 500 kilograms, which made the surrounding warriors shocked and their curiosity became stronger.

Members of the Wu League kept walking out of the National Museum with wooden boxes. Seven or eight minutes later, a hill made of wooden boxes appeared in the square.

"Let's start." A member of the Martial Arts League, who was obviously a cadre, ordered.

"yes!"

The rest of the members of the Martial Alliance immediately took action in an orderly manner.

They opened the wooden box, took out marble bricks about feet square from it, neatly placed them on the square, and then accumulated them layer by layer, and strengthened the edges with fine steel railings.

A arena that is as high as half a meter and several meters in diameter is formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The curiosity of the warriors around him was finally satisfied, but new questions immediately arose.

It's just a competition on the arena, and there is no need to distinguish between life and death. Is it necessary to go through such a lot of trouble?

In the crowd, a young warrior asked this question to the knowledgeable master.

“It’s necessary.”

The master nodded with a serious look on his face: "The power of the Grand Master of Danjin is not something we can imagine at all, and it is not an exaggeration to be cautious."

The young warrior looked longing: "I really look forward to it."

Wumeng is extremely efficient in doing things. The ring was built in less than half an hour.

Pang Jun, Zhou Humu, Fu Qinghou, Wang Shuye, Zhang Donglai and other senior executives appeared one after another, but Xu Jing was gone, and I don’t know where he went.

Immediately afterwards, the Zhenwu Sect, the Tianlong Sect, the Wuji Sect, the Yaori Sect, the Donghua Sect and other hidden sects also entered the market one after another, causing a small sensation.

Then there is Lin Chong.

As the initiator of this arena competition, Lin Chongfu attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.

Lin Chong wore a black training suit with an ordinary style, his face was calm, his eyes were deep, and his body was slender and well-proportioned. Even when he was watched by so many people, he seemed calm and composed, without any cramping attitude.

Yukino, who was following Lin Chong, had a white face. He held the wooden box containing the Minghong sword tightly, stared at his toes, his head lowered, and followed him step by step.

Have she ever seen such a scene?

The crowd is paying attention to the storm.

The pressure contained in the eyes alone is enough to make those with weak minds collapse on the spot.

Feng Nan was also a little nervous, but she was determined and quickly adjusted, moved half a step to the side without hesitation, holding Yukino's small hand.

As for the powerful people such as Di Yuncheng, Ouyang Chun, Yan Dongyue, Huo Lengmei, they have their own disciples and disciples, and it is impossible for them to always be with Lin Chong and have entered the square in advance.

Pang Jun and Zhou Humu exchanged a few words, then tidied up their collars and left the crowd.

He walked to the front of the arena and looked around. His burly and majestic body was like a stunning mountain. He immediately exhaled and his loud voice was like thunder, echoing over the square: "Please take the stage!"

Without a lengthy opening remark, he directly announced the start of the competition. His clean hosting style is very distinctive.

When Lin Chong heard Pang Jun call his name, he remained unchanged and nodded slightly to Feng Nan and Yukino, signaling them to stay where they were, and then walked towards the ring.

He walked neither fast nor slow, and he quietly walked down.

Everyone's eyes moved with Lin Chong. Wherever they went, the crowded crowds automatically separated, giving him a direct access to the arena.

The huge square is silent at this moment.
Chapter completed!