Coming back to his senses, Fang Xian's expression changed drastically.
Defeated!
He had actually lost.?
And not only had he lost—he had been instantly killed in a single move.
Could he accept that?
Of course not!
Was his opponent strong? He was indeed somewhat strong—no, unexpectedly strong. But that was not the key reason his opponent had been able to instantly kill him.
The reason he had lost was entirely because he had underestimated his opponent's strength.
The unexpectedly fast speed and unexpectedly powerful fire arts had caught him completely off guard. Of his full strength, he had not even managed to bring out nine-tenths before being killed outright. After all, in the spell-dueling space, magical artifacts and talismans could not be used, greatly reducing the margin for error in battle.
Otherwise, even if his opponent's strength had been somewhat beyond expectations, things would not have turned out this way.
Damn it, damn it!
The more Fang Xian thought about it, the angrier he became. He had already lost and intended to stomp some weaker opponents to relax, but now his nerves were wound even tighter.
Losing to Qin Zi was one thing. She was, after all, among the top ten Foundation Establishment cultivators and had mastered the Kirin Art, one of the sect's five great lesser immortal arts. Though Fang Xian felt awful about it, he could still accept it.
But losing to a newcomer—and because of his own carelessness, no less—was simply intolerable.
He swiftly opened the challenge window, found the room where he had suffered defeat once more, and chose to challenge it without hesitation.
He absolutely could not accept this outcome. He had to—absolutely had to—win it back. Otherwise, he would not be able to sleep well for a long, long time.
Not only would he