Zhao Yan froze for a moment. "What risk do I need to bear?"
Lin Zhen sneered. "Don't play dumb with me. Did you think that after you people came knocking on my door, I'd just obediently put up with it? Fine, you can question my abilities, but I don't have time to play with you for free. You want to compete in fire control? Fine. But what if you lose? Are you planning to pat your ass and walk away?"
"What do you want, then?"
"Simple. Pay up! If I lose, I'll close down. If you lose, compensate me one hundred million!"
Zhao Yan immediately hesitated.
He was a Sixth Grade Alchemist and considered his flame-control skills quite good. He had dared to bet against Lin Zhen because they had concluded that Lin Zhen was a fake and could not possibly possess profound alchemy skills.
But what if they had misjudged him? What if Lin Zhen truly was a Saint-Level Alchemist?
Wouldn't that mean they had humiliated themselves and made fools of themselves?
And Lin Zhen had named an outrageous price—one hundred million if he lost. That was no small sum. Although Zhao Yan had a fortune of over a billion, taking out one hundred million in cash would still be difficult for him.
Seeing that Zhao Yan was starting to back down, Li Nian spoke. "Bet with him. But Lin Zhen, since you've opened your mouth, Zhao Yan won't be the only one betting against you. Boss Ma of Hanging Gourd Hall, myself, and my friend—we all want to witness your alchemy skills. You must accept every one of our challenges."
Lin Zhen swept his gaze over the people on their side. Zhao Yan and Boss Ma were both Sixth Grade Alchemists, Li Nian was Seventh Grade, and there