His Mentality was Crushed

In the eyes of the gray-robed youth, Braydon Neal was just a newly-ascended eternal realm cultivator. 

He wasn't even at the eternal great fulfillment realm, yet he dared to challenge him? 

There must be something fishy about this!

Mayfly crossed his arms. "A new eternal represents cultivation, not strength!"

"Interesting!" The gray-robed youth's eyes lit up.

"Tenth on the trial board, Mervyn Cataldo!" Braydon said, looking directly at him.

"Do you know that the top ten on the trial board are all path-returning cultivators?" Mervyn reminded him.

If they fought, Mervyn wouldn't hold back. 

But defeating someone who had just ascended to the eternal realm wasn't something he would take pride in. 

As for losing, Mervyn never considered that possibility. 

To him, losing wasn't an option.

"I like to gamble with my life!" Braydon said softly.

"What are you betting?" Mervyn asked, intrigued.