As the duel space faded away, the figures of Shen Zhui and Gu Luo reappeared in the spectator hall.
"I lost!"
"I really lost to this Shen Zhui!" Gu Luo stood still, none of the alien prodigies approached, all of them standing far away, not daring to come near. Gu Luo's face looked terrifyingly gloomy.
"How could I have lost? I should not have lost! My strength is nearly comparable to that of the Golden Guard General. My domain might be weaker, but my tribe's divine talent allows me to foresee opponent's attack, and he..." Gu Luo's fists were clenched tightly, his teeth nearly crushed from the pressure.
He was unwilling to accept it!
Especially the last sentence that Shen Zhui uttered before his victory.
'Gu Luo, thank you for the sparring session. I'll gladly take those 1.2 million Contribution Points.'
