Chen Yao nodded and began to speak, "Long Chen, the only one who can save you is—"
"There's no need," Long Chen interrupted, waving his hand. "I accepted their challenge, so of course I'm not afraid." He looked at Tuoba Jiao coldly. "As for your help, I don't need it."
Tuoba Jiao was immediately annoyed.
"Hey! I'm trying to give you a way out, and you're throwing it back in my face! The only reason I'm willing to step in is for Sister Yao's sake. Since you're so ungrateful, you can just wait to die!"
"Who said I'm guaranteed to lose?" Long Chen asked lightly.
"You're not going to lose? Don't tell me you can actually win?" Tuoba Jiao scoffed.
"Of course."
Tuoba Jiao burst out laughing. "You? You're about to die, yet you're still running your mouth. How interesting."
Chen Yao's brows furrowed in worry for Long Chen.
"You don't believe me?" Long Chen crossed his arms.
"Of course not!" Tuoba Jiao rolled her eyes at him.
