"Too strong!"
Li Xuefeng's brow furrowed slightly as he thought to himself, "This Dao Wuming's strength should be inferior to mine. If I were to give it my all, I could light up ninety-five lamps. But this fellow's strength is also considerable. How would Ling Xiao from the Moon Hua Sect fare?"
He looked toward Ling Xiao, only to see him walking toward the bronze pillar with an unchanged expression, calm and composed.
"What do you think? How many lamps will Ling Xiao, the chief core disciple of the Moon Hua Sect, be able to light up?"
"I heard he took first place in the preliminaries. I guess he should at least light up over eighty lamps."
"That sounds about right. The problem, though, is that he's foolishly made a bet with Dao Wuming of the Heavenly King Sect. Now he's surely going to lose."
Ling Xiao, upon hearing the crowd's discussions, merely smiled slightly and then walked up to the bronze pillar, without channeling his power or drawing a weapon.