Sam gazed steadily at Zhang Guanyu, the air tense with an unspoken challenge.
"So, you're conveniently avoiding a duel because you're off to cozy up with Elder Ouyang?"
Zhang Guanyu smirked, his confidence palpable. "Oh, not just any visit, my dear Sam. I'm to be evaluated for the esteemed position of an official disciple. Such a shame, really. I had hoped for our little wager, but it seems you lack the courage."
The corners of Sam's lips curled up in a subtle grin. "You're quite the planner, aren't you? Forcing my hand before your departure, believing you'll cripple me with your Divine Acacia Power."
Zhang Guanyu's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with sinister intent. "It's not just about defeating you, Sam. I want to obliterate your entire existence. You'll lose everything you hold dear - your loved ones, your prowess, your dignity."
