Upon hearing Wang Wu's words, Lu Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flickering like ghostly flames.
"You probably didn't understand what I was saying. This is a best-of-three rule, with only the time of one incense stick for each match. Life and death are disregarded, but as long as time runs out, it's a draw. We've currently lost one match and drawn another. For the third match, if the opponent only needs to stall, we're finished. Therefore, the participant for the third match must have peak First Grade strength, and must defeat the opponent with the shortest, strongest attack. Otherwise, it's useless."
"You, even though you've just advanced to First Grade, are clearly not strong enough. So hurry up and settle the grudges between us."
After Lu Wuchen finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, appearing eager for death.
Wang Wu looked at him coldly and suddenly said, "Your taunting is quite clumsy, isn't the Snake Emperor listening?"
