Zhao Yan was taken aback, "What risk do I need to bear?"
Lin Zhen sneered, "Don't play dumb with me. Do you think you can just question me and I would just tolerate it? You want to question my ability to control fire? Fine, but what if you lose? Do you think you can just walk away unscathed?"
"So what do you propose?"
"Simple, pay up! If I lose, I'll close my business. If you lose, you owe me a billion!"
Zhao Yan hesitated at his words.
He was a sixth-grade alchemist and was confident with his control of flames. He dared to challenge Lin Zhen because they all assumed that Lin Zhen was a fake and couldn't know the profound art of alchemy.
But what if they misjudged him? What if Lin Zhen was truly a saint-level alchemist?
Wouldn't that be humiliating?
Moreover, Lin Zhen's demand was hefty. If he lost, he had to cough up a billion. Although he was worth tens of billions, bringing out a billion in cash would be a massive strain.
