"That's right, a fair fight," Ling Chuxi nodded her head, still calm and composed.
Uncle Liang looked straight into Ling Chuxi's eyes. There was not a single trace of fear in them, not even a trace of solemnity. It was obvious that this calmness was not faked, but real calmness.
If Ling Chuxi's previous calmness could be attributed to the fact that a newborn calf was not afraid of a Tiger, then it was very rare for her to be so calm after seeing his true strength. Uncle Liang put away his underestimation of her.
"Alright, I accept your challenge." Uncle Liang said with a nod. His expression turned solemn.
"Very good. But before that, I want my friend to leave first." Ling Chuxi said.
"Young master!" Uncle Ling exclaimed in shock.
"No!" Meng Zheng said firmly.
