Ding Wei curled his lip, looking completely indifferent.
"Fine, I’ll say it again: you can all come at me together. I’ll take on the lot of you in a single duel."
The crowd erupted into hushed murmurs. This boy was clearly hell-bent on throwing his life away. Someone leaned in, signaling to him: the more he won in the literary duel, the more brutally he would be slaughtered in the martial contest! If he were smart, he would intentionally lose this added literary round to save his own neck.
Chapter 18