The Supreme God

Seeing the overwhelming confidence of Matias, Austin sneered and ridiculed, "Is that so? You seem so confident."

"There's only one way to find out. Let's try, shall we?"

Matias responded solemnly. It seemed that he started to consider Austin as an equal adversary.

The audience was hoping to see the two fight to find out who was the strongest.

"To tell you frankly, I am looking forward to our match. It's been quite a while since the last time I competed with a strong opponent like you," declared Matias again. He glared at Austin with soaring fighting spirit as he clenched his fists.

However, Austin appeared to be unusually calm. He stood firm with his hands behind his back, devoid of any dismay.

Not a single sign of anger or agitation could be seen in Austin as if fighting Matias was something he wasn't worried about.

When Matias sensed that Austin wasn't interested in fighting him, his facial expression had changed.

He then said coldly, "But first, I'll teach you what respect is and the price you should pay for your arrogance!"

With that said, he directed his powers to his clenched fist and prepared to launch an attack.

"Stop!"

When Matias was about to attack, a thundering sound came.

Everyone in the area immediately felt a strong presence so overwhelming that they could hardly breathe. Whoever it was, his strength appalled everyone.

'To have this strong presence, he must be a powerful warrior at Earth Realm.

about it! Only those who are at least at that

to

figure appeared in the sky. He glanced around with his sharp and angry eyes, and all disciples lowered their heads to avoid his gaze. Everyone was quiet and careful not to make any unnecessary

no other than Steward Lu!

recognized him as soon as he appeared from

charge of the personnel matters in the sect, particularly managing the grunt disciples. But

from now. The winner of the said contest will be promoted to an outer disciple. But before then, any duel, regardless of the reason, is forbidden. Any disciple who

glanced over the crowd as if threatening anyone who dared to

followers for a while before he turned his gaze

grunt disciples were

injured people, but Steward Lu

for Steward Lu. Before he became a steward in the sect, he had gone

became a steward. But his assignment was something he hadn't expected–managing the affairs of

manage the inner disciples. Others were assigned in

him. He was made in charge of the humble grunt

Most of the time, he made himself busy

of outer disciples. They had specially instructed him to pay attention to

his grunt disciples could be promoted to outer disciples, he would finally gain the respect

he paid his grunt disciples a visit to announce the news in person. He was hoping that the grunt disciples would figure out how important the contest was that

Steward Lu's announcement sank in, the grunt disciples started discussing the

held every four years and the announcements were usually made several months prior to

contest was ought to start next year, but now, it would be held in 2 months. When the grunt disciples heard it, they wondered why it was held ahead

in a low voice speculating Steward Lu took