Accepting Defeat After a Bet

"Nightmare?"

"Nightmare!"

Mirage Eagle repeated the word, his body twitching uncontrollably despite his efforts to calm down.

The chains had pierced his body, and the pain that came from his soul made self-control impossible.

"What is a nightmare?" His bloodshot eyes bulged as he stared at Wu Heng in disbelief.

The man before him had only become Tower Master a little over ten days ago. Even if he had advanced to two stars, what gave him the right to toy with him like a puppet?

"A mirage is an illusion of reality, while a nightmare is an illusion extending from dreams into reality."

"It has an extra layer of dreams," Wu Heng said.

"Is that why you were able to discover me?" Realization flashed through Mirage Eagle's eyes. In the end, it was simply that his illusion was inferior to the other man's.

"Yes. From the very beginning, I knew the one before me wasn't you."

"Everything you did was right before my eyes." Wu Heng nodded.

The red veins in Mirage Eagle's eyes gradually faded. The other man had surpassed him in the one thing he was best at.

"So that's how it is. You discovered me, but I never discovered you!"

"So from the very beginning, my defeat was already inevitable!"

It was as though a light had vanished from his eyes—a light of pride.

"Doesn't that mean that back in the Lighthouse, you had already discovered those two enemies?"

"And from the beginning, I was performing before you like a clown?" Mirage Eagle felt as though his throat had been clogged, leaving him deeply uncomfortable.

His face reddened. For a moment, he wanted to break free at any cost, then fly somewhere without another soul in sight and never face anyone again.

Wu Heng fell silent for