"Who will be the one to challenge me!? Step up and I shall face you!"
"I will!" shouted someone from the crowd of challengers.
A young man stepped into the ring. Oozing with the aura of a half-step true saint stage, he presented himself in a dignified manner.
He stood straight in front of Wang Ling, holding a sword in his right hand. "I will be the one fighting you!"
Nodding his head, Wang Ling took a stance of his own and stretched his right hand forward and beckoned the young student to come at him.
"I will not be courteous."
Boom!
The student did not hesitate to move. He held his sword in front of him and made a stabbing motion. Wang Ling watched him come to him with all his strength used in that single burst.
Wang Ling did not move a single inch and stood his ground. As the student neared him.