"Senior Brother Xiao?" The young man opposite Ling Chuxi was stunned as he looked at the person who had spoken.
"You are not her match," the young man addressed as Senior Brother Xiao stated, leaving no room for argument.
The young man felt terror creep into his heart under that frigid gaze. He did not dare question further and helplessly stopped the finger gesture.
The thread of enlightening light instantly disappeared from Ling Chuxi's mind. She was so angry that she almost started cursing aloud. Just a little bit more and she would have been able to comprehend that mysterious finger gesture.
However, it did not matter if her opponent had admitted defeat in this match - she still had a chance in the next match.
Just as she was thinking that, she saw the stern young man looking at her intently. Eventually, he spoke, "Next time, I hope to be able to battle you."