"Come, trample me underfoot, make it so I can never rise again."
Wyatt Barnes stood upon the stone platform, looking at the green-clothed youth who had just been shouting, and spoke indifferently.
The green-clothed youth with enchanting features clearly did not expect someone to ascend the stone platform because of his words. After a moment of stupefaction, he stepped forward with a mocking smile.
"It's good to have confidence. But too much confidence is arrogance! Do you think you're different from the twenty-three who went up earlier? Do you think you can defeat me and pass the Moon Radiance Sect's entrance assessment?"
The green-clothed youth sneered in a sharp voice, "Kid, don't say I'm looking down on you... A late-stage Transcending Mortal Realm Martial Artist like you, I haven't even put you in my eyes! Calling you an ant is an overestimation. In my eyes, you're just a pile of mud!"
