"Win? You?" Fu Wanli curled his lip. "What you said sounds reasonable enough, but it doesn't hold up. Honestly, I don't think your brain works very well."
Being called stupid by Fu Wanli left Zhang Gao feeling utterly humiliated. His face flushed scarlet, and fury boiled over. He even forgot about the fight as he pointed at Fu Wanli and demanded, "What do you mean by that?!"
Fu Wanli said casually, "Did you even listen to Bureau Chief Qian explain the rules? There's a time limit on this match. If neither of us wins within ten minutes, it's a draw. Everyone knows that even at sequence level three, a [Phantom Assassin]'s [A Hair's Breadth from Death] already lasts ten minutes."
"My skill will stay active for all ten minutes. If you can't hit me, how are you supposed to beat me?"
"Well..."
Zhang Gao froze.
He had a point.
In that case, I really can't beat Fu Wanli.
Damn it. I actually got schooled by him...
No!
Zhang Gao's gaze sharpened. How could an idiot like Fu Wanli have thought through the rules so carefully?!
Principal Han must have been right. Fu Wanli's clueless act was nothing but a smokescreen Zhao Longfei had told him to put up!
In the stands, Qin Siyang sighed. "Looks like all of little Fu's talent went into combat."
Ban Dingyuan laughed. "Isn't that a good thing? Better than having no talent at all, right?"
"True."
Zhang Gao said helplessly, "I don't like it, but I suppose it'll have to be a draw."
"A draw? Who said I'm settling for a draw with you?!" Fu Wanli flashed behind Zhang Gao and launched a kick.
Thud-
Both men recoiled again.
Zhang Gao glared at him furiously. "What else can it be? Do you think you can