Yi Yun the Mad Bull

"Doesn't he know when to stop? Going against a ranking disciple is just asking for a beating." 

In a massive battleground, similar to the one situated in the outer court but much bigger, the seats were crowded with several inner disciples.

"It's Li Chen, the audacious dark horse. The disciplinary hall couldn't stop him. What makes you think a ranking disciple will?"

At the right part of the platform stood a towering structure made of metal and stone. It had two towering pillars, a golden bell at the bottom and what looked like a measuring meter.

The numbers were in ascending order. The last number was 100 and the first was 1.

To challenge a ranking disciple, the challenger must first strike the Eternal Forge.

Standing before his overwhelming structure was a man with crossed arms. His mask reflected the sunlight and his neat attire fluttered gently.