Regulating System ?

Sam opened his mouth and said, "You don't need to provoke me, there is no significance in stirring things up. I only want to know, what sort of gambling stakes will be involved?"

"Young Cousin, don't promise him anything!" Prepa Lu also spoke up, but her words seemed weak, facing Zhang Cang.

Sam waved a hand; he knew how things stood.

"Obviously we will be betting true essence stones. If you lose, then you hand those 10 true essence stones you received to me. If I lose, heh heh, then I will pay you 20!"

"Good. You said just now that I could choose the time and place. For place, I chose the contest field. For time, we will duel each other one month from now, at a quarter to noon."

"One month?" 

Zhang Cang asked with a stunned expression. He didn't expect Sam to decide at such a time. 

No matter how much time he had, it was useless. With his rotten third-grade talent, the longer the time, the more the gap between the two would grow.