Han Zixuan sat near the stage, her face instantly turning as dark as the bottom of a pot.
She felt like she had racked her brains and used all sorts of methods to prepare for war with an enemy, holding a huge knife and bold ax with explosives tied all over her body, while the opponent had advanced without any hurry, unarmed and defenseless, dressed in a sack...
As if she was a nobody that was not worth mentioning...
The magnificent outfit that had initially filled her up with confidence currently felt like it had been bound to her body by a rope, filling her with shame.
After the crowd was startled, then came the rise and fall of sneers.
"Killer move... Han Zixuan dressed to the nines while Ning Xi just came over draped in a sack!"
"She didn't pay any attention to her dressing!"
"They're not even on the same level!"
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