A Fair Battle like This?...

"What is it?" Chuangshang Beidao was still in shock about the possibilities of 'evil skills of ten thousand years', so he subconsciously replied upon hearing Jun Moxie speaking in such a serious tone.

"It's also not that big of a deal, I just needed to tell you something you had mistaken from before." With a turn of his wrists, a black flame suddenly appeared in his palm, burning silently, oozing out an endless deathly aura. Jun Moxie wore an innocent and harmless smile, and said, "Actually, you really got the wrong guy when you brought him over to battle…"

Jun Moxie sighed in pity before continuing. "Actually… about the matter that day… I was the one who did it! Excuse me~ But you really can't blame me on this, who asked you to be so stupid, to not be able to tell…"

Chuangshang Beidao's eyes widened in anger, as he glared at Jun Moxie. His necks and entire faces—on both heads—turned red, and he was about to vomit blood!

Wrong? Wrong!!