"Okay, who's next?"
The big-headed child looked at the seven remaining candidates and asked, "Who's willing to fight next?"
They exchanged looks. One of them—a tall fellow with an elephant-head—stepped out. He was the prince of the Divine Elephant Clan, one of the high-ranked.
It was said that the Divine Elephant Clan carried part of the 'Ying', an ancient mythical creature. Any adult member of the clan was able to uproot a mountain with ease.
No one else competed for the turn as he stepped up; none of them bore personal grudges against Su Ping, and neither had an urge to fight him right away. They wouldn't have to fight if Su Ping lost; there would still be a chance for them to take action if he did win.
"Okay, go."
The big-headed child nodded.
The barrier covering the battlefield opened, and the genius of the Divine Elephant Clan landed gracefully.