"I don't care what you're trying to do. Everything will end when I say so. You have no hope of victory. If you're smart, back down now; otherwise, you'll end up like Mu Binglan. On the stage, I will show no mercy." Cui Yingzhe stared at Qiao Xiaoyi, a cruel smile on his face.
Bringing up Mu Binglan was a mistake; remembering the harm she suffered earlier, Qiao Xiaoyi frowned. Usually the mild-mannered type who avoids harsh words, he angrily retorted, "You resort to dirty tricks yet act so righteous about it. I won't let you succeed!"
"Pfft, crazy idiot. I'm too lazy to argue with you." Cui Yingzhe sneered dismissively. He suddenly shook his feet and charged at Qiao Xiaoyi. In just a few steps, he closed the distance of several meters and threw a punch at Qiao Xiaoyi's chest.
Qiao Xiaoyi, knowing Cui Yingzhe was more powerful and had attacked suddenly, reacted quickly by retreating, barely avoiding getting hit as the punch grazed his clothes.
