"That's right. I did win nine matches in a row before this. You managed to win nine in a row too. It seems the formation really favored you, arranging so many weak opponents for you," Bai Feng said.
He believed Jiang Chen had simply gotten lucky.
"What do you mean, 'gotten lucky'? There aren't many weaklings who can win nine matches in a row. Let me remind you—don't underestimate me. Give it everything you've got, or you'll regret it," Jiang Chen said.
"Haha, I'm the dignified Mad Wind Sword Emperor. If I had to go all-out against a mere Martial Saint Realm, Eighth Level brat like you, then even if I won, everyone would laugh at me for bullying the weak," Bai Feng said with a booming laugh.
Bai Feng's strength was terrifying. He had once fought a Martial Sovereign Realm, Sixth Level expert and, after using his swordsmanship, had fought his opponent to a draw.
That battle had made him famous. Although his cultivation was only at the Martial Sovereign Realm, Fourth Level, his actual combat power had reached the Martial Sovereign Realm, Sixth Level. Who would dare look down on him?
Many people were shocked that Bai Feng had participated in the Mission Hall's internal competition this time. They truly had no idea how high a price had been paid to invite Bai Feng to take part.
"If you lose, won't they laugh themselves to death?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Lose? That's impossible," Bai Feng sneered.
"Brat, although your cultivation is only at the Martial Saint Realm, Eighth Level, you're just as arrogant as I am. I admire that. However, there can only be one victor between us, and that's me. You attack first. I want to see where you got the confidence to say you'd