Qin Feng's brow twitched slightly.
He didn't want any trouble.
To him, this kind of on-campus challenge was far less valuable than a satisfying ranked match at the Imperial Arena.
There, he could hone his killing moves and test his training without holding back.
Those matches were truly exhilarating, leaving him feeling refreshed and utterly clear-headed.
Sparring with classmates whose Slaughter Realm hadn't even reached Minor Success was just a waste of time. It offered him no improvement whatsoever.
The burly man walked up to the table, stopping about three steps away from Qin Feng.
His gaze locked precisely onto Qin Feng. There was no hostility in his eyes, only pure battle intent.
"Hello, Qin Feng."
His voice, like his build, was steady and deep. "My name is Tie Lin. You didn't accept the friend request I sent, so I had to come find you in person."
Tie Lin's posture was humble, and his words were polite.
