Question marks flooded the live chat. For ten whole seconds, there wasn't a single word, only question marks.
Chen Siyao stood rooted to the spot at the sight before her, her mouth open wide enough to fit an egg. The wooden sword in her hand nearly fell to the floor. She looked as though she'd been struck by lightning, stunned senseless, her face full of disbelief.
She hurried over to Chen Hao and looked him up and down. Only after confirming he hadn't been hurt at all did she breathe a sigh of relief. Then she stared at him, exasperated and torn between laughing and crying, her voice full of disbelief.
"Brother. You could've dealt with this Ghost King ages ago, couldn't you?"
"You could've wiped him out with one move from the very beginning. You let me fight him for so long that I nearly died of exhaustion, and then you settled it with one little flick to his forehead?"
Chen Hao looked at her and shook his head solemnly. "No. You'd already weakened this Ghost King so badly that he was on his last breath, Yaoyao. I just helped you land the finishing blow."
He said it without so much as a blush or a racing heartbeat, his tone utterly composed, as though that really was what had happened.
Chen Siyao narrowed her eyes. "The finishing blow?"
"The finishing blow." Chen Hao nodded, his expression sincere. "You took off ninety-nine point nine percent of his health. I only took the last zero point one percent. The credit is yours."
Seeing her brother's perfectly serious expression, Chen Siyao couldn't take it anymore. She rolled her eyes dramatically, her mouth twitching, unsure whether to laugh or cry. She pointed at Fan Hai lying on the floor, then at herself, her