"Mr. Jaramillo, this time you might just lose, hahaha!"
On the competition stage, the skinny Grayan Darlington smugly patted the Black Cloud Soul Iron in front of him, provocatively raising his chin at Jorren Jaramillo across from him.
The two had dueled many times and knew each other well. Grayan Darlington was naturally very aware that his Purple Heart Lotus Fire had a stability advantage over Jorren Jaramillo's Nine Solar Spiritual Fire. As long as he didn't make a mistake, he was likely to win.
Jorren Jaramillo laughed heartily: "Aren't you worried that you'll be eating your words later if you lose? At that point, it'll be hard to save face."
Grayan Darlington sneered: "Eating my words? How much weight do you carry? Do you think I don't know? You know all too well the stability of your Nine Solar Spiritual Fire. What do you have to win against me with? Headbutting?"
Jorren Jaramillo laughed heartily: "We won't know until we compete."
