Upon hearing Liu Feng's words, Zhang Chen seemed oblivious to the deeper implications and simply smiled, saying, "Since we've come this far, we might as well give it a try. What if by some stroke of luck, I succeed? What if Prince and Chu Mingyue are as unlucky? Besides, if I don't go up to compete, even if the Prince wins the championship, it wouldn't be rightfully earned. Wouldn't that put the Prince at a disadvantage?"
Liu Feng's face turned even darker at these words. He gave Zhang Chen a cold look but did not continue to persuade. The Prince is a deity, and Zhang Chen is merely a mortal. Liu Feng simply couldn't see any hope of Zhang Chen winning.
"You truly do not know your limits. Can you fathom the immense power of the divine? When the Prince leaves you crippled, you'll regret it, but by then it will be too late. Even Leader Xie won't be able to protect you." Liu Feng sneered coldly at Zhang Chen, then turned to Zhang Xiaohua, who was watching from the side:
