Chi Yue was secretly shocked at her persistence, but asked in a lazy, seemingly indifferent manner.
"What if there's not even a 10% chance of winning?"
"There is. I have a weapon, and you don't. And I'm no longer the Zhu Qing you beat down like a dog that day."
A few months of intensive training and competition as "Starwalker" had transformed Zhu Qing.
Her speech now carried a confidence, and she was much more assertive.
"Besides, what does it matter if there's no chance of winning? If I don't try, I could still die here in this cave. If I fight, maybe there's a chance."
"Are you not afraid of dying?" Chi Yue's eyes revealed a complex shade of gloom.
