"You're in such a hurry to be utterly defeated?"
Long Chen calmly asked.
"My foster father once said that confidence is like a man wearing a majestic suit of armor, but overconfidence is not confidence—it's arrogance. And the arrogant are doomed to be trampled upon."
Yan Yiqiu said coldly.
"You don't look very impressive, but what your foster father said is quite interesting. I'd bet you haven't even learned a fraction of his skills, have you?"
Long Chen teased.
Yan Yiqiu's eyebrows knitted in a frown, then he spoke, "Bickering is meaningless. Come, let's battle to determine who is superior. If you lose, I will not take your life today. But I will cripple your cultivation and have you jump off from the other side of the Peak of Kunlun, and your fate will be up to you."
"You won't win against me. I've already written the script for you. After you lose, you will surely call your group to join in, right?
