Li Su frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure stirring within him.
Anyone would feel upset at being accused in such a lofty, condescending manner.
What was more, he had set up this arena—he was the defender.
Who came to challenge him was not his decision, but the challenger's. In other words, what kind of opponent showed up was beyond his control.
Yet under such circumstances, the other party accused him of exploiting a loophole to farm a winning streak.
Wasn't that just picking a fight for no reason?
And beyond that, the most important issue was the realism. Now that their physical bodies had been projected in, Li Su did not know exactly how much this environment had changed, but if he were killed under these conditions, something would definitely go wrong.
His mind, even his body, would likely suffer immense damage.
Making accusations without proof was one thing, but this man was even intent on seriously injuring him?
Li Su gave the other man an indifferent glance but said nothing. Once people like this had decided something was true, there was basically no point in talking to them.
No matter how you explained yourself, they would only take it as an excuse to cover things up.
Thirty breaths passed quickly.
The instant the time was up, the other party raised his hand. In a flash, red objects resembling scales flew from his palm one after another.
Li Su's pupils contracted, and his expression shifted slightly for the first time. Clearly, this was not some ordinary spell.
A magic treasure??
Before he could say anything, Zhou Zheng flicked his hand. In an instant, hundreds of red scales tore through the air, transforming into fiery blades that slashed straight at him.
The red scales were incredibly fast. The moment they moved,