"Ling Xi, do you dare to compete with me in a match!"
Watching the indifferent figure that did not hesitate to turn and leave, a tense line in Rong Yu's brain finally snapped. His mouth moved faster than his brain, and before he could catch up with his own words, this provocative sentence had escaped his lips, irrevocable.
However, Rong Yu surely still didn't believe that Ling Xi, a woman, could really be more capable than him, a grown man—even if she was personally trained by Sheng Jingyi.
A woman, after all, is just a woman.
Ling Xi hesitated briefly, her lips curving coldly as she slowly turned around, "Do you think just because you want to compete, I have to accept?" she retorted with a rhetorical question.
"You don't dare?" Rong Yu scoffed, even more convinced that Ling Xi truly didn't possess the skills rumored about her. It was all, he surmised, just a deliberate spread of false rumors for the sake of reputation.
Reputation.
