Zheng Jia Ru's arrogant words seemed commonplace to Pei Yan, as he had just bragged about facing ten opponents alone. Pei Yan shrugged and gave a hand gesture of concession, saying, "Alright then! I'll leave those two to you! Does anyone else have their own targets?"
"Ah! Since it's a vendetta, I also have one!" Xia Yu said, raising her hand to point at one of the resurrected Round Table Knights, and sneeringly commented, "I once had an agreement with him to battle again if there's a chance, and now that I've encountered him, I naturally won't avoid it. After all, they're Round Table Knights, Old Zheng chose two, so I'll choose three!"
"Hey! What do you mean by this? You want to choose three! I'll choose three too! Leave the Round Table Knights to the two of us." Zheng Jia Ru, unwilling to concede, retorted.
