"What?!"
The youth in the purple robe's pupils suddenly constricted. The punch he had just thrown would have killed an ordinary Third Level Grandmaster on the spot!
Even if this kid were a little genius, lucky to survive, he would surely be crippled!
How could he still be standing up?
In the purple-robed youth's view, Lin Yi walked over step by step, then said indifferently, "I told you, if you weren't born in the Holy Mansion Main Courtyard, you would be nothing but trash."
A single sentence made the youth in the purple robe's face darken to the extreme.
He had lost face in front of a nobody.
"Kid, it seems you really don't want to live today."
A layer of frost appeared to cover the face of the youth in the purple robe. As he was about to strike again, Lin Yi suddenly said, "Purple-robed kid, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"What bet?"
The purple-robed youth narrowed his eyes, staring straight at Lin Yi.
"A bet on victory and defeat!"