Qualifications

Upon hearing Xing Ye's words, everyone was dumbfounded. As for the young man who had been inexplicably beaten up, he wished he could give himself a few big slaps. Why was he so talkative?

But as soon as he smirked, he felt a sharp pain. It turned out his face had been swollen from the beating. Xing Ye was ruthless.

Actually, it wasn't entirely his fault. He had been psychologically scarred by the beating, and everything was a subconscious reaction.

"Everyone, you should have seen it, right?" Xing Ye said. "This is how it happened. They wanted to snatch my token. During our sparring, since they couldn't beat me, they willingly gave me things. You all heard it. Don't act like you didn't. It's hard to refuse a sincere offer..."

Everyone glared at him, clearly, Xing Ye was talking nonsense; he clearly looted after beating them up. However, the recent events left them feeling frustrated and unable to refute.