Xue Wei's face instantly darkened, and a flicker of anger flashed in his eyes.
But Xue Zhao was unfazed, she continued, "A true strong warrior wins by their own prowess, not by those disgraceful means. A lowly person like you is unworthy of discussing the path of strength."
Every word from Xue Zhao felt like a heavy punch, fiercely striking Xue Wei's heart.
"You boast shamelessly here today, only because you're feeling guilty, you're afraid." Xue Zhao stared directly at Xue Wei, her gaze filled with firmness and confidence, "You're afraid of facing true power, so you resort to these despicable tactics. But today, no matter what means you employ, it won't change the final outcome."
Enraged by Xue Zhao's words, Xue Wei's face turned livid, his eyes charged with anger and hatred.
Yet Xue Zhao showed no fear, she straightened her back, coldly returning his gaze, as if silently declaring her resolve.
