I-I, I will go.”
In the end, an eighteen year old teenager stood up; this young boy appeared to be honest, but his body was still very strong.
“What is your name?”
Li Qi Ye glanced at this young boy, he had an impression of him. Each time he had beaten them, all of the other disciples wanted to escape and flee; however, this disciple was tenacious. Every time, he tried to face the beatings head on. Each time he fell to the ground, he desperately tried to stand up; his mentality wasn’t bad. This left Li Qi Ye with a not-so-shallow impression.
This disciple scratched his head, and he politely said:
“Respectful older brother, my name is Zhang Yu.”
“Why be the first one to come out?”
Li Qi Ye smiled, and he asked.
“Wh-when older brother is happy, you beat us anyway; when you are unhappy, you will still beat us. Older brother just want to beat us; since we can’t run, wh-why not be the first?”
Zhang Yu stuttered while speaking.