Huo Shui felt that something was off when she heard Jian Gu say that.
"Doesn't count."
Huo Shui replied.
"Hmm... how should I put it?"
Jian Gu stroked his chin, watching the battle in the Martial Arts Arena before saying:
"I can only say that I don't know either, but..."
"But what?"
Huo Shui asked.
"But there's a problem with your question itself. I can be sure of that."
Jian Gu said.
"Huh? What could possibly be wrong with my question? Isn't it a perfectly normal question?"
Huo Shui was somewhat confused.
"You shouldn't be asking how many. You should be asking whether there are dozens."
Huo Shui: "..."
"Damn!"
She could not help swearing.
Dozens here.
Back in the Lower Realm, there were probably dozens too, right?
Adding them together...
Was he fucking trying to build his own kingdom of women or something?
How infuriating.
"There's no way around it. Think about it—he's so handsome that even a grown man like me gets jealous, his strength is so formidable, his talent is so incredible, and sometimes he's so domineering, while other times he's such a bastard. He's accomplished one unbelievable thing after another, things beyond anyone's understanding. Isn't it perfectly normal for someone like that to attract girls? You should understand that pretty well, right?"
Huo Shui: "What am I supposed to understand?"
"Nothing, nothing. Watch the match."
Time slowly passed.
Seriously.
Never before had anyone seen a final between two people with 208 matches and 207 victories each turn out like this.
Who had ever seen anything like it?
In the past, every battle of this level had been so hot-blooded that it made people's blood boil, with every trump card thrown out and spectators watching in terror.
Until the very last second, no one knew who