"To think you would have the courage to come up and court death, I must say I underestimated you." Shui Yu said indifferently, staring at Ning Cheng who stepped onto the stage.
"Carrying such a broken spear on your back, you must have had a hard time." Shui Yu's gaze swept over the damaged spear on Ning Cheng's back, a sneer appearing on his lips. How could his eyes not discern that Ning Cheng's spear was merely an inferior magical artifact?
Although he had gone up to challenge Ning Cheng, he actually did not believe Ning Cheng would accept. His plan was to make Ning Cheng look like a coward. As long as Ning Cheng did not set foot on the stage, his goal would be achieved.
