Hm?
Dao Mei's wager was actually just to have Ye Weiming imitate one martial arts move she demonstrated, and she did not even require him to copy it perfectly—seven or eight parts alike would be enough?
More importantly, Dao Mei had actually asked Sanyue and Xiao Qiao to serve as judges!
Seriously, how was that any different from directly giving me a precious artifact?
Not to mention that his attributes were already absurdly high across the board. If he ignored a move's actual power, he could imitate practically any martial art in the world after watching it once.
And just look at the two judges she had chosen. Weren't they both capable of supporting him unconditionally?
Under rules like these, could Dao Mei possibly win?
Ye Weiming felt...
She could!
From the sly, foxlike smile on her face, Ye Weiming knew that this seemingly simple wager definitely concealed a huge pit waiting for him to jump into.
But no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not guess what kind of scheme she had that would let her turn defeat into victory under rules so overwhelmingly unfavorable to her.
So the question was: knowing full well there was a trap ahead, would Ye Weiming still jump into it?
Of course...
He would!
For one thing, driven by his competitive spirit, Ye Weiming wanted to challenge the scheme Dao Mei had hidden behind the wager and see whether he could counter whatever she threw at him.
Even if he really lost, it would not matter much.
If the price of one meal could earn him an extremely practical move set, that would still be a huge profit.
With that thought, Ye Weiming immediately nodded. "Fine. I'll take your bet."
Dao Mei's eyes lit up at once. "It's a deal!"