“Who are you?” Lu Yin was confused.

“You probably haven’t heard of my name before, but perhaps you know my title. Many refer to me as the Divine Fist,” Lan Si replied in a calm tone.

Lu Yin’s scalp turned numb. “The Ten Arbiters’ Divine Fist?”

“Hehe, it sounds like you’ve heard of me before.” Lan Si smiled.

Lu Yin was astonished, as he never expected that the Ten Arbiters’ Hand of God would actually reach out to contact him. This was a lofty Ten Arbiter! He was one of the most famous authorities overseeing the younger generation, and represented the peak power that the younger generation had inherited. 

“So, are you surprised that I contacted you?” Lan Si asked.

Lu Yin suppressed his astonishment and answered, “Yes, the Ten Arbiters’ reputation precedes themselves, and very few are qualified to even speak to you. I never thought that I would receive this honor.”

“Lu Yin, you’re quite qualified,” Lan Si said solemnly. “I witnessed the Tournament of the Strongest myself, and your progress in the path of Overlaying Stacks isn’t bad.”

Lu Yin’s gaze flashed. “Not as good as your record though.”

“Do you want to compete with me?” Lan Si’s tone was calm, but there was a barely discernible trace of amusement.

Lu Yin breathed...