"Fine, I agree, but you should be the one to compete against me,"
Qin Guang chuckled, looking toward Zhuo Chuan, "If I fight him, I'm afraid you'll claim my victory isn't honorable, and later seek to renege."
"What do you mean, you look down on me?" Zhuo Chuan was taken aback, staring intently at Qin Guang, speaking in a deep voice.
Qin Guang said with a smile, "Indeed, I somewhat look down on you."
"Don't underestimate Zhuo Chuan, though; he is the champion of Tian Nan Province's military martial arts competition."
Qi Shanhe waved his hand, showing great confidence in Zhuo Chuan.
Qin Guang became confused.
What did Qi Shanhe mean?
It was understandable for Zhuo Chuan to challenge him, not recognizing his own strength.
But Qi Shanhe knew full well that he was a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Qin Guang said, "Alright, then I'll fight him."
"Good, bring over two guns."
Qi Shanhe gestured to the guards nearby.
"A gun practice match?"
