Lost again!
And in exactly the same fashion.
Compared to the first instant, crushing defeat, it was no less impressive—each had its own merits, snowy white and plum-fragrant.
Fang Xian came back to his senses, his eyes bloodshot and his face twisted more ferociously than ever. If Li Su had been standing before him right then, Fang Xian would not even need sauce—he could have chewed him raw.
He summoned the challenge window and, almost instinctively, was about to begin a third round.
His methods in the second round could be considered serious. He had not been careless. But in truth, even that seriousness had come from a position above, looking down. He had never truly taken this fellow named Li Hao to heart.
He had thought that as long as he was not careless, victory would be his for the taking.
Compared to the stance he took when truly facing a formidable enemy, it was not merely a hair's breadth apart—it was a thousand miles off.
Under normal circumstances, before a battle began, he would stack buffs and employ all kinds of enhancement methods, directly raising his overall strength by thirty percent.
Not only that, he had mastered several fire spells, as well as a top-tier spell art.
Though it could not compare to a minor immortal art, it was still the strongest method beneath one.
Five Dragon Art!
With none of those methods having been used, he naturally could not accept such a defeat.
Yet just as his finger was about to touch the arena challenge button, as he prepared to start a third challenge and wrest victory back no matter what—
His hand suddenly stiffened and stopped.
Fang Xian was not Liu Hua, who had fought nearly four hundred battles with a win rate of only ten