"Xin Ding, Junior Brother, I see that your movements are nimble, surely you've made some breakthroughs recently," Xin Cheng said with a cold smirk. "Why don't we have a match? It's the customary rule here in the Servant Monk Institute; the loser must give the winner ten Merit Points."
If Xin Ding refused, he would keep harassing Xin Ding, making it impossible for him to accomplish anything!
"Very well, Senior Brother has invited me, how could I possibly refuse?"
Xin Cheng was stunned, not expecting Xin Ding to agree so readily.
But that was also good, it saved time, and with the Martial Monk Institute selection coming soon, it was best to save time.
Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, some astute students quickly ran out to find the Deacon Master to intervene.
"Please, Xin Ding Junior Brother," Xin Cheng said insincerely, but Xin Ding was not one to exchange courtesies, he struck as soon as he said the word.