Qin Luo could no longer tell who was the king and who was the pawn. He had to let the System know who the real master was.
"It had to be the optimal plan. I wanted to win, not run!"
[System: Doing its utmost to fulfill all your needs!]
In this high-stakes match, if the System had a CPU, it would already be running at breakneck speed, on the verge of burning itself out.
The standoff naturally did not last long. Jun Mochen looked at Mang Ya and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Mang, I order you now—kill the culprit who caused Jun Ying's death at once! I want her dead! I want her to die without a burial place!"
Jun Mochen had hardened up now. He had no intention of backing down whatsoever. It looked as though he was ready to smash the jar and damn the consequences.
He refused to believe Qin Luo would dare force them into mutual destruction.
Qin Luo could have someone kill his woman, so naturally, he could have Mang Ya kill Qin Luo's woman.
But the instant he finished speaking, Mang Ya's expression changed drastically. He roared, "How dare you!"
Whoosh! Qin Luo swung his sword.
One of Jun Mochen's arms was severed by Qin Luo's strike.
"Kid, had you forgotten that you were in my hands right now?" Qin Luo's mocking voice rang beside Jun Mochen's ear.
One arm was just gone like that? Did it hurt? Jun Mochen felt nothing, but he knew it had already damaged his origin.
An original body was still better. No matter how perfectly a replacement fit, it was still a later addition.
He had never expected Qin Luo to be so decisive. The humiliation made him feel utterly stifled.
Why was it