Du Cheng just stood quietly aside, and the helmet on his head was not taken off, and no one recognized Du Cheng, an outsider. If it were taken down, Du Cheng's only oriental face would probably immediately attract other people's attention.

Du Cheng glanced at the dozen men and women watching next to him. The eyes of these people either fell on Arier's slender and exaggerated legs, or fell on Charlie. His eyes were full of ridicule and sarcasm.

"Charlie, what's wrong? Isn't your swordsmanship very powerful? Why do you feel soft when you touch Aiqier?

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"You are still a man. Charlie, when he saw Ai Qier, he didn't even dare to call him."

When Charlie put on his helmet, the men and women below kept laughing at Charlie, and only a few people remained silent. Obviously, most of these people were standing on the side of Aiqier.

And that Ai Qier was just playing with the sword in her hand, and seemed to enjoy being supported by others.

Charlie's face was obviously ugly, and his eyes were full of anger.

He originally wanted to come here to play with Du Cheng, but what he didn't expect was that he would meet Ai Qier, a mortal enemy. However, under such circumstances, as the descendant of the nobles, Charlie had to face it with his head held high even if he lost.

"Let's get started."

After stabilizing his helmet, Charlie said coldly toward Aiqier. At the same time, he took a preparatory position.

Even if he loses, Charlie doesn't want the other party to win easily. After all, although Aiqier's level is higher than that of him, she will not be much higher.

Ai Qier snorted coldly, then raised the sword in her hand and got up. She felt a little unhappy.
Chapter completed!