"The loser must die!" Zhang Yiqi pointed at a phrase on the virtual screen and said calmly, "This person's tone is indeed grandiose, but what they said is true. I like it very much. If she can beat me, it only proves that my strength is insufficient, nothing more."
Qin Chou was speechless. His friend's state of mind was really quite good, "But then you'll have your strength questioned..."
He was the youngest in history to receive the Expedition Army's Honor Medal. If he were to easily lose to an unknown, there would be all sorts of derogatory remarks. He doubted his friend, who had grown up surrounded by praise, could adapt.
Zhang Yiqi crossed his arms under his chin, sneering, "If they question my strength, let them challenge the person who defeated me. If they win, then they can doubt me all they want. If they can't win... then I'd kindly ask them to shut up."
