Mechanical Plating

"No need, we're both quite satisfied with the result already, there's no need for another match," the Zhong-named Daoist nun suddenly spoke.

"Indeed, Congtian winning that match was just a fluke, but if he were to face Jin Yu, I'm afraid the chances of victory would be far too low," Zhu Chi also snapped back to reality and outright refused.

Even if they could gain an advantage in the wager, if they cannot win, it would still be an empty effort like a bamboo basket trying to hold water.

"Since that's the case, what if I add another hundred catties of iron essence?" Da Zhi frowned and then suddenly raised the stakes.

At these words, Zhu Chi was truly stunned, and the expression of the Zhong-named Daoist nun also became frozen for a moment.