Zhao Chen cracked a wide grin as he stepped closer to Bai Xueqing, the energy around him crackling with confidence.
"Finally, I get to face a member of the Bai Clan," he called out loudly, his voice carrying across the arena.
"It's a pity it isn't Bai Zihan himself! Otherwise, I could have humiliated him properly in front of everyone!"
The crowd murmured at the boldness of his words. Zhao Chen wasn't just cocky—he seemed reckless.
After all, no matter how strong he had become, who he was facing was probably the strongest in the competition.
Zhao Chen's grin widened as his voice grew sharper, every word designed to make the Bai Clan look bad.
"What's the matter? Why isn't he competing here? Could it be… that he's hiding? Is the so-called 'Number One Prodigy' too scared to face true competition? Perhaps he knows he'll lose and chooses to cower in the shadows instead!"
He chuckled coldly, his eyes flashing toward Bai Xueqing with deliberate provocation.
