Looking at the string of curses he can’t send out, Wushan is so angry that he almost faints.

Usually, he isn’t this ill-mannered. However, Breaking Cloud is his most powerful weapon. Back then he played day and night with his team for nearly half a month before finally collecting all the materials he needed for it. After that, it took him more trouble finding a master to create it.

In a word, he hates to lose it.

Staring at the virtual panel in front of him, he sends a message through the chat channel after a good while:

Wushan: A Sword from the West, come out, will you? I want a duel! Let’s make Breaking Cloud the stake. Do you agree?

Ah Zhao happens to see that message.

“Is he actually proposing a duel knowing what situation you are in?”

“Shameless!”

Ji Yunting listens to her inner curses, amused. He laughs and replies.

A Sword from the West: With a beauty. No time for your duel.

Ah Zhao: “…”

She glances at A Sword from the West again with mixed feelings.

“He, he, he is flirting with me again! Should I pretend I didn’t see it or didn’t understand it? Huh, flirt. He is acting so outrageous since he knows I won’t beat him because of his good looks!”

Without any expression, Ah Zhao roasts the male lead with cotton candy secretly.

Cotton candy: “…”

It glances at male lead, whose expression is also mixed, then back at its host, who wears an aloof and composed mask, deciding to remain silent.

It knows nothing!

Wushan who is refused by A Sword from the West starts to taunt him.

Wushan: A Sword from the West, are you afraid? How come the No.1 guy of Huaxia is such a coward?

Wushan: A Sword from the West, do you accept my duel?

Wushan: A Sword from the West, do you accept my duel?

As dramatical as it is, the chat channel goes quiet all of a sudden. It seems everyone’s waiting for A Sword from the West’s answer.

Wushan can’t help but feeling a little smug. He thinks that in such a situation, A Sword from the West won’t hide anymore as long as he’s a man.

Besides, right now A Sword from the West is only left with beginner gears. He isn’t boasting but he won’t lose even if he closes his eyes and lets A Sword from the West beat him.

Ah Zhao looks at the constant messages on the chat channel with dislike and says: “Accept it.”

Ji Yunting glances at her. “Are you serious?”

Pointing at himself, he adds: “Given my situation, you can’t let him fall to his death one more time, can you?”

Bold and assured, Ah Zhao says: “Why not?”

Ji Yunting: “…”

She looks at him suspiciously. “You’ll win if he dies by accident, right?”

If that is the case, there might be problems.

Ji Yunting actually considers that, then he answers: “Well, No.”

Since there hasn’t been a situation where a player falls to his death in a duel.

Ah Zhao has the final say: “It’s settled then. Go and take back some spoils.”

Ji Yunting: “Why are you so confident in me?”

Ah Zhao glances at him. Ji Yunting swears he has seen scorn from her glance. “Well, you are thinking too much. I’m just confident in myself.”

Ji Yunting: “…”

A Sword from the West: See you at Sky River Rift in half an hour.

Seeing the message on chat channel, a cold smirk creeps upon Wushan’s lips.

By then, he’ll kick A Sword from the West’s ass in front of all the players.

However, he doesn’t know that somewhere a cheat engine is devising his death.