The man named Guang Xing treated Ming Hao far better than he had treated Yang Chen.
They were not even in the same league.
The man named Guang Xing said, "No problem. You two may fight. I will bear witness here. The loser must hand over all their battle merits. Whoever refuses will be dealt with as someone who violates the rules of the Wind Thunder Platform."
Rather than being directed at both of them, those words were more specifically meant for Yang Chen alone.
For as he spoke, his gaze remained fixed solely on Yang Chen.
Ming Hao also gave a sinister laugh. "Kid, you have no objections, right? Of course, if you regret it now and want to revise the rules regarding the battle merits, then as long as you kneel and beg for mercy, I can give you a chance. Otherwise, when all your battle merits go down the drain, you might end up crying your eyes out."
"Is that so? Then Brother Ming Hao need not worry so much for me. I have no objections to the rules," Yang Chen said calmly.
Seeing Yang Chen remain so calm, Ming Hao inexplicably felt a ball of fire rise within him.
But just as he was about to make his move, a voice suddenly cut in.
"You may fight, but I hope you both remember the most fundamental rule of the Wind Thunder Platform. Fighting is allowed, but our common enemy is the foreign races, not our own people. So remember to leave the other party alive. Should either of you violate this, I believe you both understand the rules!"
The voice drew everyone's attention and gazes. It belonged to a woman, and it sounded incomparably ethereal, as though a fairy had descended to the mortal world.
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