"Why aren't you fighting?"
The Red Moon City Lord was stunned.
This wasn't the scenario he had envisioned.
If Jiang Cheng doesn't fight this round, then he can fight in the next group battle.
With his power to instantly defeat a Ninth-Grade Golden Immortal, who knows if they can take him down then?
Even if they could defeat him, their side's 29,999 elite troops would likely suffer more than half the casualties.
That's not a worthwhile trade.
Brother Cheng lifted his chin with a disdainful look.
"I'm not in the mood, don't feel like fighting."
What does that mean?
Who does that kind of thing?
Do you know how important the Ascension Battle is, and yet you're still sulking?
"Don't you want to beat him?"
Red Moon City Lord was a bit anxious.
"Nope. Such an opponent isn't worthy of me personally taking action."
"How can you be like this? Do you want to lose all three matches? Winning one would be a bit more dignified, wouldn't it?"
