Whisker Hu's heart skipped a beat when he heard Di Aixin say that, thinking to himself: this could spell trouble!
He was very confident in his own strength, considering it one in a thousand, but even so, he wouldn't gamble five hundred thousand on an arm wrestling match with a stranger.
Yet the fact that the other party dared to offer such a condition clearly showed their absolute confidence.
Of course, if it really came down to a match, he wasn't necessarily bound to lose, but judging from the opponent's confidence, the chances of his losing seemed higher.
However, faced with such a challenge, he couldn't back down.
"Uncle here is nearly fifty," Whisker Hu laughed heartily, "Wrestling strength with you young folks really isn't my forte..."
He planned to switch to some other event, such as sparring without weapons or the like—there was no way he believed he could lose at that.
