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"You lost!"

Evil Emperor's enemy had fallen to Mystic Realm, and yet, he stood in front of him imposingly and said those words. He even used the tone of someone superior to say it. Evil Emperor's expression turned incredibly dark at that moment, and he could not help but remember that seven days ago, they had made a promise with each other that while they fought, they were not to use any medicine. They were to use their own strength to determine who was the winner. 

Happy had never used any medicinal pills even now, but Evil Emperor had already stuffed at least two Small Reversion Pills into his mouth. If they did fight according to the promise they previously made, Evil Emperor had indeed broken his promise and lost this battle. 

But the situation was different now. 

"We didn't make any promises today…"