Losing to the Strongest Among You

"Uh..."

Feng Xiaotian was momentarily speechless and turned his gaze toward Huo Wu.

"Alright, Rongrong."

Ye Qiu took Ning Rongrong's small hand and pulled her slightly behind him.

He raised his eyes to Huo Wu.

"Since that's the case, Huo Wu, make it brief."

"Fine!"

Huo Wu stared intently at Ye Qiu.

She raised her hand and pointed at him.

"Then I'll be brief. We want the one to send us off the arena to still be you!"

"Hm?"

Ye Qiu looked at her in confusion, and Feng Xiaotian was equally puzzled.

Among their teams,

even if they faced Xiao Wu, they could at least wear her down through consecutive battles.

But if Ye Qiu took the field,

wouldn't they just get taken down seven in a row!?

Xiao Wu gave Huo Wu a strange once-over and guessed, "Don't tell me you have some kind of masochistic tendency?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I don't have some disgusting fetish like that!"

Huo Wu glared at Xiao Wu, refusing to yield an inch.

"Then what is it for?"

Ye Qiu ignored their bickering and asked directly.

Huo Wu put her hands on her hips, a trace of defiance in her eyes as she explained, "Because we know very well that against you, no matter how we arrange our tactics, we have no chance of winning. Since we're going to lose anyway, why can't we choose to lose to the strongest person?!"

After hearing Huo Wu's words, Feng Xiaotian suddenly felt that it made sense.

Besides, he also wanted another match with Ye Qiu.

A fair and pure one-on-one.

To see exactly where the gap between himself and Ye Qiu lay!

With that thought, Feng Xiaotian immediately perked up and chimed in.

"That's right, Ye Qiu. This is what we came to talk to