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Yashu's forehead immediately wrinkled, "Why is he so confident, even I don't necessarily want to fight with him, wouldn't that just be troublesome?" thought Yashu.

He wanted to say all that, but for now, choosing to stay out of trouble was the priority, "I will fight, my aim is not just the inter-clan tournament, but the tournament between genius disciples throughout the entire southern continent." Yashu responded casually as if his words were a small thing.

Hearing Yashu's answer, Deon almost choked, how could a newcomer be so confident to take part in the tournament between the most talented genius students in the southern continent?

But such a big wish isn't bad, Deon thought, he immediately laughed loudly, "The tournament between genius students is the biggest tournament that will be held every 3 years after the great war. That means this year is the first.