After hearing what Lu Meng had said, Zhang Xiaohua looked panicked and said, "Big Brother Lu, can't we just compete in martial arts techniques? Look at my thin arms and legs, how much strength could I have? How could I be your match? Right, are you the top master in Refining Artifact Sect?"
Lu Meng said with some pride, "When it comes to martial arts techniques, I'm in the top ten among the younger generation of our Refining Artifact Sect. It's nothing to brag about, but if you talk about my strength, I'm definitely one of the strongest."
"So, are you ranking first or second?" Zhang Xiaohua seemed to have caught on to something.
"Second!" Lu Meng said with disappointment. "I have a junior brother who's just a bit stronger than me."
"Strange," Zhang Xiaohua asked, "If he's your junior brother, how can he be stronger than you? He should be weaker, shouldn't he?"
