"Senior Brother Lu, please!" Qiao Mu was fully focused on her opponent, a level-two spiritual cultivator with a grade-seven earth spirit.
"Junior Sister Qiao, please." The other party cupped his fists with a nod.
The two figures flitted toward the center of the arena at abnormal speeds. Every attack produced a sweeping spiritual energy that cracked through the air.
Ma Ta was crouching while watching their battle, and he grabbed his head as he wailed, "It's over, it's over. We'll lose this time again! We'll lose! No more credits again."
Hua Tao couldn't resist chiding, "Why do you keep lauding the spirit of the enemy while belittling your own?"
"It's not like I don't want to! But didn't Senior Brother Hua Tao, you lost to Junior Sister Qiao on the first day? You got thrown outside the circle without even holding out for a single blow! Do you think Senior Brother Lu, who has about the same cultivation as you, will succeed?"
