Chapitre 2243: Second Form

"You will lose this time," Whitestorm told Pearl who waited for his match to come next.

"No, I won't," Pearl replied, very certain of himself.

Whitestorm looked at him, his silver eyes seemingly mocking while his face remained unchanged. "This place is not so simply like the 2nd Arena. The 3rd Arena holds fighters in the upper Immortal Origin realm. There is no way for you to defeat them when you were already struggling with fighters on the lower floor."

Pearl looked at him. "Was I?"

The fox frowned at the response. Was he? He recalled Pearl's final few fights before he was promoted to this floor. It had taken him dozens of minutes to defeat his enemies. 

All of them were individuals who were close to promoting themselves, so it was clear that anyone who would be fighting him right now would be very much stronger than Pearl himself.

So then… why was he so certain he would still win?