"Strongest? Not… weakest?"
His stomach dropped as Li Jianfeng's glared at him like a vengeful spirit.
"I'll kill you," Li Jianfeng growled, his tone low and deadly.
Su Xiaobai groaned, rubbing his temples. 'You traitorous bastards… I asked for the weakest, not the strongest…'
Xiao Lu, his ever-loyal but perpetually exhausted maid, stepped closer with a groan. "Master, you really have a gift… for making everything worse."
"Ha-ha-ha," Han Xuan clapped his hands, his smirk widening. "Good, brat! You've got guts, I'll give you that. If you win, his reward is yours. If not, it's Li Jianfeng's by right." With a flourish, he revealed a glowing crimson orb, pulsating with intense energy.
Su Xiaobai's eyes widened. "Is that—?"
"The core of the Crimson Ore Behemoth," Han Xuan confirmed with a smirk.
