Yun Che, Shu Baimo, and the others were utterly speechless. Sakura Country's shamelessness had once again exceeded anything they had imagined.
They had clearly lost the match, yet they intended to keep it going under the pretext of switching fighters midway.
"Brother Jiang, how about letting me take over? You can rest a bit."
Holding her aqua-blue staff, Ruan Caocao walked up to Jiang Renhua, wanting to switch with him.
Jiang Renhua considered it briefly and nodded. Perhaps it would be better to leave this to Caocao, who looked adorable but showed no mercy to anyone when she lost her temper.
"All right! I'll leave the rest to you. Don't let them pull any more tricks."
Ruan Caocao nodded, her long aqua-blue hair swaying gently with the movement. Holding her staff, she raised her head to look at Buchuan opposite her, a hint of timidity on her round face.
"H-hurry up and start. I still need to go back for snacks. I don't have time to waste here with you."
Buchuan adjusted his purple martial robe, his gaze settling on Ruan Caocao's young, immature face. He said venomously, "A little girl still wet behind the ears dares step onto the stage? Has Dragon Country run out of people? Fine, then. I enjoy torturing delicate flowers like you to death. I won't give you a chance to surrender."
The Dragon Country spectators below immediately erupted, shouting curses at the top of their lungs. "Shut your mouth, Sakura dog! Our Caocao can smash you with one move! Don't underestimate her. Get on with it, and don't cry for Daddy when you get beaten!"
Ruan Caocao did not get angry. She merely hefted the staff in her hand lightly. The sapphire embedded in its tip gleamed softly in the sunlight, and faint water-attribute