At Bai Xue's words, Han Xuan's expression immediately darkened.
Since the Hall of Fame Challenge began, there had never been a five-game winning streak at the start.
The Ground Race's best record had once been three straight wins at the opening, but that had been a billion years ago.
That incident had been talked about fondly by Ground Race Martial Artists for years. After all, defeating their opponents three times in a row had filled the people of the Ground Race with pride and greatly boosted their morale.
However, the Endless Race had also achieved 3–0 starts several times afterward, but a 4–0 opening score had never appeared before.
If the Ground Race truly began this time with five straight losses, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous humiliation. Han Xuan could not accept such an outcome.
But since Bai Xue dared to say such a thing, she must have been quite confident.
Han Xuan's face darkened. "Princess, aren't you speaking too soon? Your challengers may be strong, but ours aren't pushovers either."
Bai Xue revealed an elegant, captivating smile. "Then let's wait and see."
"Dragon Slayer King, pull yourself together! You absolutely cannot lose this battle!"
Han Xuan shouted down below. He knew the importance of this fight. If they lost this one, then the Endless Race would challenge next and still had a strong chance of winning, making it three straight victories.
If they lost the following challenge as well, five straight losses would become very likely.
Hearing Han Xuan's shout, Dragon Slayer King made a reassuring gesture toward him. After stepping onto the stage, he reached out, and a massive Dragon Slayer Blade appeared in his hand.
It was as broad as a door panel, its jet-black blade gleaming with a chilling light.
"Brats of the Endless Race,