"Do you have any last wishes?"
Watching his own Defense Shield slowly approach the point where it could no longer hold, Ke Xier panicked.
Unable to think of any solution, he could not help clinging to a sliver of hope and sent a voice transmission to Yi Chen.
Yi Chen's eyes lit up.
As expected of a Top Genius from one of the Three Hegemon Races of the Supercluster! ❄❉
Even after he had adjusted his attack power to thirty percent, raised his speed and reactions to sixty percent, and used one ten-thousandth of the Mountains and Rivers State Diagram's power, the guy actually still had other means to counterattack?
"I know there must be some powerful expert behind you, controlling your life and death. Their intention is merely to use you as a tool to make obscene profits in the Gladiator Arena."
Ke Xier's voice rang out again.
"Even if you defeat me this time, the expert behind you will still make you continue participating in Death Duels, make you challenge opponents stronger than me, and use that to create an even bigger spectacle."
"For you, this is nothing but a dead loop. Sooner or later, there will be a match where every last bit of your value is squeezed dry, and you die in the arena."
"Since that is the case, why not end your tragic and irreversible fate in this match? Deliberately lose to me and let me win this duel!"
Yi Chen was dumbfounded.
He had thought Ke Xier had some trump card or hidden move that could turn the tables, which was why he had asked whether Yi Chen had any last wishes.
In the end, it was nothing like what he had guessed.
Ke Xier simply wanted to play psychological warfare, relying on nothing