A bet?
Zhao Feng’s expression suddenly turned into one of extreme joy. “What do you want to bet?”
The two’s argument made people from the other families look at them in disdain. But many people present also knew that Zhao Ling admired Zhao Linlong and that Zhao Linlong had given Zhao Feng’s invitation to Zhao Ling. Therefore, Zhao Ling didn’t just admire Zhao Linlong, he was also grateful towards him.
“Zhao Ling, both of you are disciples from the same sect. Why not be more peaceful?” Zhao Qin said.
“No!” Zhao Ling’s face turned red then white but his eyes still locked on Zhao Feng. “I bet you that Brother Linlong will win! Do you dare to bet?”
Obviously, Zhao Ling had absolute faith in Zhao Linlong.
“Why not? I bet that not only will Xin Wuheng win, he’ll also win within twenty moves,” Zhao Feng laughed.
What!?