Wang Ruoxie lifted his foot and stepped onto the battle platform.
The two faced each other, a faint murderous intent permeating the air.
"Wang Ruoxie, I didn't expect you to actually dare to come up here."
Zheng Hong's cold gaze fell on Wang Ruoxie as he spoke, "However, if you're afraid, then just admit defeat and leave, to avoid embarrassing yourself."
"No need to provoke me. Rest assured, since I initiated the challenge against you, I will give you the chance for revenge."
Upon hearing Zheng Hong's words, Wang Ruoxie merely smiled indifferently and replied.
He naturally knew that Zheng Hong said this not because he truly wanted to spare him, but because he was afraid Wang Ruoxie would concede voluntarily and refuse to continue the fight.
"Very well."
Zheng Hong sneered, then spoke again, "I will make you understand that in the face of absolute strength, even the greatest talent counts for nothing."
