At this point, Ling Fei's only choice was to take a gamble.
If Prince Long truly kept his word, winning three consecutive matches would undoubtedly be a way out.
This would buy him time to grow. Once he became a true expert, who in this Empire could ever push him, Ling Fei, into a corner like this again?
No one!
"Are you confident?" Vice Dean Zhou asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
"Even if I'm not confident, what other choice do I have right now?" Ling Fei gave a bitter smile, which then hardened into a determined expression. "Even without confidence, I must still fight with all my might. If I don't even try, how will I ever know if I can succeed?" No matter how powerful his opponents were, he had to fight for this sliver of a chance to survive.
No matter how slim that chance might be.
"Alright!" Seeing his resolve, Vice Dean Zhou didn't know how to comfort the young man, so he could only manage that single word.
