Nearby players looked over at the sound. Even Yu Xunge, who had also been about to jump down from the stands, stopped in her tracks.
Queque, standing nearby, could not help saying, "I thought you two had a grudge. You make it sound like you're so close."
Grapefruit, who had lost to Mistblade not long ago, complained, "And you said she didn't care about winning or losing."
Maple Sugar tugged at the corner of her mouth. It was a smile full of mockery, yet Yu Xunge tasted a trace of bitterness in it.
"She really doesn't." The hand Oak Owl had wrapped around Mistblade's wrist turned white. It was unclear whom her words were meant for. "Because in her mind, she can lose to me, lose to someone everyone can tell is weaker than her. People will only ponder her motives and wonder why she made a mistake, but they'll never question her ability. But she doesn't want to lose to Zai Jiu Xunge or Isolated Island Zhuri.
"She needs to seize every moment before facing you two to deepen her understanding of her talent, just so she can beat you.
"In her eyes, only battles against you two have meaning and value."
One had fought ten opponents alone in the Quiet Mountains; the other was a powerhouse a deity had personally warned them to watch out for. Zhuri was so special that the Chaotic Star Sea could not bear to let her call any deity her teacher.
It was an affliction common to the strong: they would only ever look toward those stronger than themselves.
"And that's not all..." Maple Sugar felt blood spreading between her lips and teeth. "It's also because Snow Village invaded Forest Sea. You pity me. You feel you owe me! So losing one match