"Give up, you're locked by my curse, there's no chance for you," Xu Fubin said with a smile, "If you surrender obediently, I might spare your life."
"Thank you so much for that," Lu Hong struggled against the bizarre curse power, "In your previous matches, you never even gave your opponents a chance to enter the arena. Why did you choose to strike at me on the tournament stage?"
Xu Fu chuckled softly, not afraid to speak out, after all, although sorcerers are a rare profession, the methods to counter them are well known throughout the continent, quite straightforward.
"Your wife is a water Mage, if I cursed you to death at night, she would surely use a purification spell to undo it. Then all my scheming would have been for naught."
That's right, Lu Hong's suspicion was confirmed; now it was a tournament battle, and external forces couldn't intervene, so the idea of purifying the curse was ludicrous.
