"Wuneng, wait!" An urgent voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence.
Zhu Wuneng paused and looked toward the voice. Yu Zhengjun stood nearby, his face filled with determination and anticipation.
Zhu Wuneng came back to his senses, a teasing smile curling his lips. "Say, Brother Loach, what're you keeping me here for? Can't bear to see me go?"
Ma Liang, who had been slowly walking off the stage, also stopped and looked back.
Yu Zhengjun took a deep breath and fixed Zhu Wuneng with a burning gaze. "Wuneng, it's been over a month since I last lost to you. Let's fight again!"
He was the sort to charge straight at a man standing in his way, growing braver with every setback.
Zhu Wuneng cried out in feigned surprise, "You're a Soul Elder! Aren't you embarrassed to fight a mere Soul Grandmaster like me?!"
Yu Zhengjun felt as though his heart and lungs were about to burst with anger. Just who had he lost to before? Who had handed him the first crushing defeat of his life?
Looking at this clown, he struggled to remind himself to stay calm. Don't get angry. Don't get angry.
He drew a deep breath, steadied his emotions, and said firmly, "This time, I definitely won't let you lead me into a ditch. I'll fight you fair and square."
Zhu Wuneng shot Yu Zhengjun a glance, then pointed at him accusingly. "So you came over earlier to fish for information?"
Yu Zhengjun hurriedly waved his hands in denial. "No, no. I genuinely wanted to make friends with you, but I meant the challenge too."
Zhu Wuneng nodded. "Oh, I see."
He seemed, somehow, to have suddenly stopped caring about Yu Zhengjun's intentions.
Seeing that Zhu Wuneng had not refused, Yu Zhengjun felt a surge of delight.