C882 Disregard the Opponent!

The disciples held their tongues at Zhang Shanfeng's remarks, yet their faces spoke volumes of skepticism.

To suggest they were on death's doorstep? That was downright dismissive.

"Don't assume I'm merely jesting."

Zhang Shanfeng's voice was a frigid rebuke, "You believe yourselves to be strong because you've been chosen from the ranks of sparring disciples to join the Hundred Battle Camp