Jiang Han and Eve Harkins had briefly crossed blades during the Ghost Uprising.
Judging by the outcome, it had been Eve's total defeat.
But judging by the process, it had been Jiang Han's total defeat.
Even now, Jiang Han could still recall how she had felt when facing such a top-tier witch—the feeling that nothing she did could possibly stop her opponent. And today, she finally had the chance to take revenge on Harkins face-to-face.
In the arena, Jiang Han, already prepared, looked at Eve Harkins, who was looking back at her.
The two fell into this strange silence because neither knew how to make small talk.
In terms of their relationship, they could hardly have been more familiar with each other.
But meeting in the arena was a first.
Harkins was an extremely busy woman, and she had also inherited the Ghost Witches' laziness and discipline. She rarely entered no-name tournaments, and even when she did, she would take home a fine semifinal finish. Unlike Jiang Han, this kitty who got smacked around from every direction the moment she made it out of the group stage.
Nobility and poverty.
A daughter favored by heaven, and a daughter brought along to make up the numbers.
Born in Rome, versus born a mule.
Jiang Han suddenly realized that there were tens of millions of differences between herself and Eve Harkins. Yet under the grand premise of [we are all witches], those tens of millions of differences had allowed her to stand before Eve now.
No one came before the match to give her flowers with a little note hidden inside: 'Win and you die.'
There were no vague hints telling her, 'The line's pretty big, huh.'
Nor was there any mental pressure of 'you have to win.'
She realized that