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However, facing Du Meng, Mo Yi did not feel the slightest bit relaxed.
The other party possessed defenses nearly at the Sovereign Realm. He was a powerful opponent, and Mo Yi could not afford the slightest carelessness.
Yet Mo Yi did not think he would lose this match.
Because he would absolutely win!
Mo Yi was brimming with confidence. Perhaps because of that confidence, he even spoke to Du Meng.
"Du Meng, right? Admit defeat."
What?
Du Meng, who had been rubbing his fists and gearing up for a fierce fight, suddenly froze upon hearing those words from his opponent, momentarily dumbfounded.
"You want me to admit defeat?"
As though he felt he had heard wrong, Du Meng pointed at himself and seriously asked Mo Yi.
"Of course!" Mo Yi nodded proudly. "There's no need to fight. You're not my opponent!"
In Mo Yi's eyes, this Du Meng before him was merely physically tough. But if they truly fought, Mo Yi had methods to defeat him.
Yet faced with Mo Yi's lofty arrogance, Du Meng merely chuckled. He lightly raised both hands, clenched them hard, and slammed them together against his chest, then grinned.
"Is that so? Then let's give it a try!"
As he spoke, Du Meng gave Mo Yi no chance to reply. With a brutal charge, he rushed straight at him.
So it really wouldn't work?
Mo Yi frowned slightly. He had originally thought that if they could avoid fighting, it would be best not to fight.
Though he was confident he could win this match, Mo Yi also acknowledged Du Meng's strength. He feared that if Du Meng went mad in battle,