Lights Up

He clearly couldn't compare, yet he insisted on competing with others. He was only asking for humiliation.

Fan Lang had not been very interested in this talent test before, and he was still uninterested now.

To the Hundred Flowers Saint, this attitude was truly provoking.

The Hundred Flowers Saint's face turned cold as he said grimly, "Fan Lang, stop trying to win with your tongue. If you have the guts, compete with me and see whose talent is superior."

"If you insist on competing with me, I'll oblige. But we need to add some stakes. I have no interest in wasting effort for nothing." Fan Lang shook his head.

"What stakes do you want?"

"If we wagered our lives, someone would surely object. Since that's the case, let's wager wealth instead. Best of four rounds. If I win, you give me a Thirteen-Star Grade Mechanical Puppet. If you win, I'll give you a Thirteen-Star Grade pill. If it ends two to two, then neither side wins or loses, and neither has to pay anything."

"Fine, it's settled. If you lose, don't try to fool me with some worthless pills."

"Judging a gentleman by the standards of a petty man. I can afford to win, and I can afford to lose. Unlike you."

Fan Lang's words carried a hidden barb, clearly mocking the Hundred Flowers Saint's behavior yesterday and reminding him of yesterday's embarrassment.

No matter what it was, once it reached Thirteen-Star Grade, it became immensely valuable!

The stakes of this contest were exceedingly generous and tempting.

If it had been a life-or-death wager, the leaders of the various transcendent factions would certainly have stepped in to stop it. At most, they could gamble possessions like these.

Fan Lang simply treated it as a chance to earn some extra money.