Impossible to Lose

Xu Ping had originally thought this person would be difficult to deal with, but in the end, he discovered that the man was no match for him at all.

"Could Lin Feng really have guessed right? But isn't that too mysterious?"

"And compared to what happened before, this seems even more outrageous."

He had already prepared himself, thinking there would be no problem.

But the situation now left even him somewhat at a loss.

His opponent's expression had also changed from complete calm at the start to something rather strange later on.

"That's impossible. I checked your strength before—you were no match for me. How could you surpass me by so much?"

Xu Ping was somewhat speechless and imitated Lin Feng's tone.

"Sometimes, don't look down on people with dog eyes. Besides, how do you know I can't do it? Could it be that I wasn't very strong before? That I deliberately acted that way?"

The moment he said this, the other party became furious. In his eyes—

he had been blatantly deceived, and this guy still refused to admit it.

"Since you're strong enough, you shouldn't have competed for this position."

He suddenly shouted loudly in the arena, as if trying to prove how formidable he was.

But not a single person below took him seriously.

After all, when they had first gone up, the two had been evenly matched. Neither had lost too badly, nor had either won by much.

Yet now that they had reached the end and found he could not win, he started shouting here about how unfair it was.

If everyone could act like this, could the competition even continue?

Clearly, that was not realistic. Lin Feng also lightly mocked that disciple's sect.

"I thought you people were so upright and honorable. Turns out