The Son of the Earth

Lou Qianxue looked at the Son of the Earth with a weird expression. "You're such an interesting guy."

The Son of the Earth shyly and embarrassedly chuckled.

Raising an eyebrow, Lou Qianxue opened her mouth again. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Please."

"How long have you been fighting in the life-or-death battle stage?"

"Um…" The Son of the Earth paused for a while before saying, "Three years. Why?"

"How many battles have you fought in those three years?" Lou Qianxue asked.

"…" The Son of The Earth's eyes widened, and the expression on his face froze.

"I heard that every time the Son of The Earth attacks, he depends on his impressive defense. Withstanding injuries, he launches a powerful attack and could even smash the opponent into a heap of mashed meat. Am I right?"

The Son of The Earth's eyes darkened. The honest look disappeared from his face, and a malicious smirk replaced it.