"I just need you to have my back, Senior Sister," Song Changsheng said with a faint smile, his gaze fixed forward.
With that, Song Changsheng glanced toward Zhuang Yuechan and the Grand Elder, then with a light tap of his feet, he floated onto the arena.
"And who are you?" Jin Yue asked, crossing his arms and looking at Song Changsheng with utter disdain.
In truth, he knew the intelligence on every competitor like the back of his hand. This was just a deliberate show of contempt.
"Song Changsheng, from Luoxia City. I ask for your guidance, sir," Song Changsheng said calmly, unfazed, and cupped his hands in a salute.
"Hah. Since when did Luoxia City have someone like you? I don't fight nobodies. Tell Yinn Shang to face me," Jin Yue sneered, the disdain in his eyes deepening.
"Defeat me, and you will naturally earn the right to face my Senior Brother."
"Heh heh, don't tell me Yinn Shang is scared," Jin Yue said, his face a mask of provocation.
