"You've lost!"
The two words were simple, but they struck Jiang Ziyou's ears with the weight of a mountain. Like a bolt from the blue, they drained the color from her face.
A dazed look appeared in her eyes. Staring at Jiang Chen before her, her eyes were filled with disbelief. "How is this possible? How could I lose to a piece of trash like you?"
"What? Even now, you still think you're some high and mighty, favored daughter of heaven?" Jiang Chen's lips curled into a sneer.
Jiang Ziyou's face alternated between pale and livid.
She could hear the whispers of the crowd around her, hear them marveling at Jiang Chen's strength and questioning her status as a chosen prodigy.
'No, I can't lose. I still have trump cards I haven't used. I haven't even used my Martial Soul Talent yet. As long as I get serious, there's no way I can lose…'
