"I don't mean to look down on you, but I must get the Mirage fire Pearl. As long as you are willing to give me the Pearl, I don't care about this match." Ling Chuxi noticed the dissatisfied gazes of those people. This old fellow was clearly seizing the opportunity to draw hatred to himself. Meng Zhengfang and the other aristocratic families were indeed not good people! However, she didn't take it to heart and said indifferently.
Her current goal was the Mirage fire Pearl. As for whether she would compete in this round or whether the Xu family would change people, she did not care if the Xu family did not care.
Ling Chuxi's words were very indifferent and very plain, but they revealed a strong self-confidence and even a little arrogance.
What do you mean by as long as I give you the Mirage fire Pearl, you don't have to compete? Could it be that I'm not as good as you and I'm afraid you'll take the first place, so I'm exchanging the Mirage fire Pearl with you and begging you to let me go? Zheng Shichang's mouth twitched in anger.
However, master Zheng's eyes lit up. This was a good idea! If they could secure first place in this round, then the status of the three aristocratic families would be firmly maintained. As for the ten Mirage Fire Beads, no matter how precious they were, could they be more important than the status of the family?
To be honest, Ling Chuxi's previous performance was too shocking. He was also becoming more and more unable to see through this little girl. Even if he had to compromise for the sake of the whole and lose some face if word got out, it was worth it as long as he could firmly maintain his position in the family.
The Zheng family's head was so excited that he was about to accept the challenge without caring about his reputation. However, Zheng Shichang said in a fit of pique,"Hmph, since you insist on humiliating yourself, then come. I accept your challenge."
Master Zheng's face turned pale, and he was so angry that he almost cursed,"Zheng Shichang, you old bastard, is this the time to be sulking? Don't you know that this battle will determine the success or failure of our Zheng family? how can you accept it so easily?
The head of the Zheng family was depressed and regretful. Unfortunately, Zheng Shichang had already accepted the challenge, so it was too late to say anything. Now, he could only hope that Zheng Shichang's Spell power was worthy of his gamble. If he lost, he would see how he would deal with him when he returned.
"Alchemist Grandmaster Ling, please!" Zheng Shichang walked to the middle of the competition stage with one hand behind his back and the other making a gesture of invitation to Ling Chuxi.
The sky was high and the clouds were light. Zheng Shijing's sleeves fluttered in the wind as he stood tall. His indifferent expression revealed a hint of arrogance, and he looked like a master. Of course, an Emperor-ranked magic cultivator would be considered an expert no matter where they were.
"This is what you call the bearing of an expert." Zhou canghai looked at Zheng Shichang longingly, his heart dejected.
In the past, he had always thought that he was good at pretending to be an expert. However, after meeting Qiu zhenwen, he realized that he was still lacking. After meeting Zheng Shichang, he realized that he was far from being a master. Oh, right. He and Qiu zhenwen were the ones pretending. The other person was a real expert. Of course, it was different. Thinking of this, cheap God Zhou felt much better.
"By the way, do you want to ask if there's anyone else who wants to challenge you?" Even though Zheng Shichang had just drawn hatred to her, Ling Chuxi still kindly reminded him.
"Why are you asking this?" Zheng Shichang said impatiently. He had already gotten into position and was just waiting to make a move.
"If I accidentally hurt you later, and they come to challenge you again, I'm afraid you won't even be able to get second place if we fight by turns." Ling Chuxi said kindly.
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