The Prince felt a chill in his heart, the scene that had just unfolded was incredibly perilous, and he was nearly on the receiving end of a once-in-a-millennium defeat.
"Qin Chu, you bastard, how shameless of you to use magic during a duel?" the Prince screamed uncontrollably.
"Who ever said magic couldn't be used?"
"Shameless? You, with over 70 levels, challenged me, barely over 40 levels, and you have the nerve to call me shameless?" Qin Chu raised an eyebrow and retorted directly.
The Prince was momentarily at a loss for words.
A whispering murmur arose from the stands all around as it dawned on them that the level difference between Qin Chu and the Prince was a stark 28 levels; this was never a fair duel to begin with.
From this standpoint, the Prince was inherently at a disadvantage; even if he could defeat Qin Chu, it would be nothing to boast about.