Chen Liang from North Continent Academy looked at Zhou Danqing and said, "A duel to the death, no regard for life or injury, Danqing, you still have time to regret it. If you kneel before me and apologize, I will spare you. Otherwise, it will be too late to regret when your academy's students are slain."
Zhou Danqing snorted coldly, "You better worry about your own students."
Chen Liang: "Everyone knows that your Southern Continent Academy is the weakest among the five academies, so don't be stubborn. As long as you obediently kneel before me and beg for my forgiveness, I'll spare this student of yours."
"You are not worthy."
Zhou Danqing spoke with disdain. She had confidence in Qin Hao, and the student from the opposing side was not even the top prodigy of North Continent Academy. It shouldn't be difficult for Qin Hao to win.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Chen Liang's eyes, "Alright, let's begin."
