"His contribution was indispensable?"
Zhao Kun sneered.
"Junior Sister Lin, I think you've been fooled by his little tricks, haven't you?"
"With that paltry cultivation of his, any help he provided was nothing more than a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse!"
"He held back from start to finish and didn't launch a single decent attack!"
"If that counts as an indispensable contribution, then what were the rest of us doing, risking our lives in desperate battle?"
After saying that, he turned his gaze toward Wang Panshi and Shen Qingyu.
"Junior Brother Wang, Junior Sister Shen!"
"Don't you agree?"
Wang Panshi and Shen Qingyu immediately looked rather awkward upon hearing this.
To be honest, neither of them had much of a favorable impression of Jiang Fan.
But speaking fairly, Jiang Fan had indeed helped relieve some of the pressure on them at a critical moment just now.
Being saved by someone one minute, then speaking ill of him the next—
No matter what, they could not do such a thing.
Yet Zhao Kun was their senior brother in the sect, and they were on rather good terms with him.
They could not directly cast aside their stance and speak up for Jiang Fan either, so they were momentarily tongue-tied, hesitating without knowing how to answer.
When Zhao Kun saw that Wang Panshi and Shen Qingyu did not strongly support him either, his fury surged.
"You..."
"What kind of bewitching potion did he feed you?"
Seeing Zhao Kun stubbornly making trouble without end, clearly determined not to stop until he had brought him down, Jiang Fan spoke calmly.
"If you think I was slacking off, then so be it!"
"In the next match, I won't make a move!"
"Senior Brother can give it your all and see whether you can