"As someone ranked in the top thirty of the Martial Roll, could I possibly lie to you with a straight face?" Liu Bian said haughtily.
Gu Hanyue immediately covered her face and laughed. "Merely in the top thirty of the Martial Roll, and you have the audacity to mention it?"
"Hahaha! You should just say you're thirtieth, not in the top thirty. That's hilarious," Sun Bi'an laughed heartily.
Zhang Qianyu looked on with disdain. "Forget the top thirty. Even if you were in the top twenty, to us, you're no different from an ant!"
Hearing these words, Liu Bian flushed with shame and anger, but he was utterly unable to retort.
Gu Hanyue and her companions were all in the top ten of the Martial Roll. Indeed, to them, those ranked in the top twenty were like ants, easily crushed with a wave of a hand.
"Senior Sister Su, it doesn't matter if he's a first-class disciple! We can pick another date for our battle," Gu Hanyue suggested.
