You Probably Didn't Expect That I Can Fly, Right?

Xu Cong held onto his longsword, giving Ying Baiwu a faint smile. He didn't say any harsh words as that'd make him appear to be very low class.

After the competition started, he'd let the opponent make a move first before he made a retaliation and dealt an instant kill. This was his script.

Why not fight for the initiative first?

(I'm someone at the peak of the Blood Ignition Realm. Wouldn't that be very embarrassing?)

"Start!"

Tong Yiming announced.

Ying Baiwu's expression was cold. She raised her longbow but didn't release quick shots. Instead, she put it down. "Do you think that you'll be able to win?"

Xu Cong couldn't be bothered to talk to her.

"I don't need you to let me attack first. If I win, I have to win fair and square!"

Ying Baiwu felt very upset. (Who gave you the courage to think that this is a sure-win battle? Do I look like a weakling?)

"Is that so?"

Xu Cong's lips twitched and he swung his sword.