Worse Than A Piece of Crap

"Come, stomp on me below your feet so that there's no hope for me to get up forever," taunted Duan Ling Tian as he stood on the stone platform, looking at the green-clad young man who had been boasting earlier.

It was obvious that the young man who looked graceful did not expect anyone to get up onto the stone platform because of what he said. After a moment of seeming lost, he stepped forward while smirking arrogantly.

"Confidence is awesome. But if you have too much of it, that would turn into arrogance! Do you think you're that different from the other 23 who took the challenge earlier? Do you think you can defeat me and pass the Moon Illumination Sect's entrance assessment?" The young man in green ridiculed in his high-pitched voice, "Brat, it's not that I look down on you… A Mastery Mortal Shedding Stage Martial Cultivator like you isn't even worth my attention at all! I called you an ant as a favor. To me, you're just a piece of crap!"