Upon hearing Zhou Qiucheng's words, Mr. Da's expression darkened: "So aside from me, there's no one who can defeat him?"
"Even if you personally take the field, you may not be able to defeat him. You probably only have a thirty percent chance!" Zhou Qiucheng said.
"Only a thirty percent chance?" Mr. Da's brows knit tightly. After a moment he said, "I stand for the Academy's name and dignity. If I'm not absolutely sure, I absolutely cannot make a move. If I lose, the Academy will be finished for good."
"Then today's Dao debate…?" Zhou Qiucheng looked at Mr. Da with hesitation on his face. "Are we just going to hand this round to the Demon Race?"
"No! In a best-of-three, every round is crucial. We absolutely cannot give one away! The third round is full of unknowns, so we must win the first round." Mr. Da said decisively.
"But unless you personally make a move… and yet you can't…" Confusion was written across Zhou Qiucheng's face.
