An Expression of My Own Feelings

"Sorry."

The man finally left.

Jiang Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief. When she looked down, she saw a new message on her phone.

It was from Lu Yiyi.

"The Demon Race was arrogant and discourteous, and their words were full of provocation. His Majesty was furious."

Jiang Xueyao stared at her phone.

How was she supposed to reply?

She didn't seem to be in a position to comment.

In terms of individual combat strength alone—

At the same level, the Demon Race had powerful bodies and countless divine abilities.

If the Human Race relied on physical and magical arts alone, they truly were no match for Demon Beasts.

But—

The Human Race had more than those two kinds of arts.

The Human Race also had systems of knowledge built around formations, Talismans, souls, artifacts, alchemy, weapons, and Spirit Plants, all capable of unleashing formidable combat power.

By that measure,

The Human Race was actually no weaker than Demon Beasts.

Not to mention that the Human Race had once mastered the art of Beast Taming.

The Demon Beasts regarded that as a humiliation.

Jiang Xueyao was lost in thought when another message arrived:

"The Demon Race placed themselves above us, claiming the Human Race was in decline and lacked the strength to carry on."

"His Majesty flew into a rage and stepped forward to debate them, but the Demon Race backed away. They said the younger generation could compete instead, so no one's relations would be harmed."

"This year's final Joint Two-School Recruitment will be a battle against the Demon Race."

A battle against the Demon Race?

Jiang Xueyao read the message and slowly sat up straight.

The final Single-Move Challenge held by the Nine Luminaries and Luofu—

would actually be a battle against the Demon Race!

So many years