The Devil Race's cheers naturally reached Mo Yi on the arena.
However, when facing Du Meng, Mo Yi felt not the slightest bit at ease.
His opponent possessed nearly Sovereign Realm-level defensive power and was a formidable adversary. He could not afford to be careless in the slightest.
But Mo Yi did not think he would lose this match.
Because he would win, without a doubt!
Mo Yi was brimming with confidence. In fact, it was precisely because of that confidence that he spoke to Du Meng.
"Du Meng, right? You should admit defeat!"
Huh?
Du Meng had been rubbing his fists and wiping his palms, preparing for a good fight, but he suddenly stopped when he heard his opponent say that. For a moment, he was completely bewildered.
"You want me to admit defeat?"
As if he thought he had misheard, Du Meng pointed at himself and asked Mo Yi seriously.
"Of course!" Mo Yi nodded arrogantly. "There's no need to fight anymore. You're not my opponent!"
In Mo Yi's eyes, this Du Meng was, at most, merely physically tougher than average. But if they truly fought, he had ways to defeat him.
Yet in the face of Mo Yi's arrogance, Du Meng only chuckled. He slowly raised both hands, clenched them hard, slammed his fists together in front of his chest, and then grinned.
"Is that so? Then let's give it a try!"
With that, Du Meng did not give Mo Yi a chance to speak. He launched into a barbaric charge and rushed toward Mo Yi.
As expected, that wouldn't work?
Mo Yi slightly furrowed his brows. He had initially thought that if he could avoid fighting, it would be best not to fight.
Although he was confident he could win this match, Mo Yi also admitted