"Nightmare Ghost Sovereign."
"Warren Qi."
In that instant, my eyes widened as I looked over. Mona Ouyang stepped forward, a wicked smile on her face, while from the center of the Immortality Society, Warren Qi twisted his neck and walked out.
"I didn’t expect it to be you. Heh, what a surprise. I thought you’d send Lord Malice or the Ghost Sovereign of the Woodbound Pact instead."
Warren Qi muttered, and Xu Fu sneered.
"Looks like we’ve won the first round, John Chou. Heh."
Xu Fu said, brimming with confidence.
"Don’t get carried away, Xu Fu. That’s never a good thing."
We began to retreat into the distance, clearing the field. Mona Ouyang looked at Warren Qi across from her, helplessness on her face.
"We’ve never fought before, Mona Ouyang, but I know your power. It’s troublesome."
"Likewise. And those annoying people behind us... Why don’t we just have a pleasant fight? Even a draw would be fine."
Warren Qi shook his head.
"Don’t joke around, Mona Ouyang. In a match like this, you either surrender, can’t fight anymore, or die. Isn’t that right?"
I swallowed hard. A fight to the death.
"Is John Chou really okay? That guy looks strong."
"We’re doomed, John Chou. Warren Qi’s mind is sharp—he won’t fall for Mona Ouyang’s dream powers so easily."
Redmond spoke in clear dissatisfaction, while John Chou shook his head.
"Maybe you haven’t noticed, but Mona Ouyang’s power has recovered quite a bit."
"Really?"
Basil Bertram asked in surprise, while John Chou just smiled in silence.