"An outsider, eh?" Arke smirked. "I've seen you fight, and I must say, you're quite good."
"Thanks," Apollo replied, his voice emotionless as he stared intently at his opponent.
"Haha, don't think that just because I gave you a small compliment, we're on the same level," Arke's smile turned cold. "Your size is the first proof we're not even in the same league! Hahaha!"
This guy loves trash talk, Apollo sighed, choosing not to respond.
"What? Aren't you going to say anything? Come on, say something!" Arke shouted, his eyes turning red with irritation. "Sigh... Anyway, hopefully, you'll give me a decent fight before I claim first place. But here's a bit of advice: don't get too close to me. That woman I fought in the previous round got careless, and look what happened—she got poisoned. Was it my fault? No, not at all! Poison is my cultivation!"
