"Hahaha, since Marshal Liu has agreed, then next we shall..."
"Wait."
Liu Zheng raised a hand, cutting off Nie Zhao's next words.
"Marshal Liu, what guidance do you have?"
Nie Zhao asked with a genial smile.
By now, he already saw Liu Zheng as fish on the chopping block, completely at his mercy.
He wanted to see what else Liu Zheng could possibly do.
"I want... to challenge you."
"You and I will fight."
"If you lose, it will count as you losing five matches in a row. If I lose, it will count as my Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty losing five matches in a row."
"What do you say?"
The moment those words were spoken, the entire audience erupted in uproar.
The soldiers of the three great empires all stared at Liu Zheng in shock.
A duel between marshals?
Hiss...
Among the soldiers, there was shock, excitement, and anticipation.
"Are you truly going to do this?"
Nie Zhao narrowed his eyes at Liu Zheng.
He had not expected Liu Zheng to possess such nerve.
Right from the start, he was proposing a contest between marshals.
A contest between marshals was nothing like the other matches.
Once one side lost, it would deal a devastating blow to their morale. Basically, they would be doomed to die afterward.
Don't be fooled by the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty's high morale right now.
But once he lost, the meaning would be entirely different.
Was Liu Zheng trying to stake everything on a desperate gamble?
Where did he get such confidence?
"That's right. A contest between marshals."
"You and I, one battle."
"Do you dare?"
Liu Zheng slowly rose to his feet, his blazing gaze fixed on Nie Zhao across from him.
Since the two great imperial dynasties were both targeting him, then he would