"Chen Yu, you've grown too fast."
The battle on the side of the battlefield ended. Bahuang Yao walked over and looked at Chen Yu with a complicated expression. "It's only been a month."
"Are you thinking that you were able to defeat me back then, but now you're far from being my match?"
"No."
"That's what you're thinking." Chen Yu flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Let me tell you today. In that final match, even if you didn't misplace your R, you won't be able to defeat me."
Bahuang Yao lowered her head. "..."
"It's a pity that time can not be reversed, allowing you to gain an advantage. But it doesn't matter anymore." Putting out the cigarette, Chen Yu stood up and looked at the battle situation in the center of the battlefield, which was nearing its end. "I have more things that I want to do now, and I want to target you. How boring."