Facing the aggressive Zeng Tongxiu and An Congyun, Lin Chen remained calm.
"The competition will speak for itself."
Zeng Tongxiu laughed heartily: "Really? Do you think you still have a chance to compete with me? I'm afraid you won't even pass the preliminary round..."
Under everyone's gaze, Lin Chen couldn't be bothered to argue with Zeng Tongxiu, having a sense of feeling dragged down to Zeng's level.
"Whatever you say."
Lin Chen responded lightly, making Zeng Tongxiu feel as if his full-power punch had hit thin air, which was very uncomfortable.
As Lin Chen turned to leave, Zeng Tongxiu shouted, "Since you're so confident, why don't we have a match?"
Lin Chen glanced sideways and smiled, "Pure Yang Wood, as the wager?"
Zeng Tongxiu nodded; he proposed the match to get the Pure Yang Wood. Of course, another goal was to humiliate Lin Chen.
