On the Battle Platform, the fight was intensely underway. One of the contenders, clad in a fur robe and of delicate stature, was unmistakably Linglong. Opposite her stood Young Master Blood Python.
"Surrender, it's not only dignified but will also save you some energy."
Linglong gazed at Young Master Blood Python indifferently, her tone somewhat detached. Her eyes only held one true opponent—the Demon Dragon Young Master; everyone else was insignificant.
"Linglong, I know you're strong, but it's not possible for me to simply surrender."
Young Master Blood Python's eyes flickered slightly. If he surrendered without even fighting, he would undoubtedly leave an image of cowardice in everyone's minds. Therefore, even knowing he was no match, he still wanted to fight.
"Then don't regret it."
