Li Yuanhao felt like he was cursed today. Absolutely nothing was going his way.
Mo Qi's very existence was making him question his life.
'Having a strong defense is one thing, but why can you always anticipate my moves during a fight? It's like you know exactly what I'm going to do next.'
'And your counters... aren't they a little *too* perfect against me?'
'It's like they were tailor-made!'
'From beginning to end, I couldn't even execute a single complete move before you beat me into this sorry state.'
'How am I even supposed to fight this?'
For the first time in his life, Li Yuanhao began to doubt himself.
'Could it be that all my accolades, my reputation as a monstrous genius, aren't from my own abilities, but just because I'm the King of Kaosan's son?'
As his thoughts ran wild, the Communication Talisman connected.
"Yuanhao, I told you to get back here. How come I still don't see you?" the King of Kaosan's voice transmitted from the Communication Talisman.
