No matter which it was, Tong Lie knew he could not compare.
After all, he had no so-called special secret, nor was he some so-called child of destiny.
Thinking further, throughout the river of history, what kind of people could be called children of destiny?
On the grander scale, they were figures like the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, buddha, Dao Venerables, and Heavenly Demons. On the lesser scale, they were still mythical legends of every era, sweeping across their age, invincible and undefeated.
Such people shared another trait: any peculiarity became utterly commonplace when it appeared on them.
Breaking through in battle was as ordinary as drinking water and eating meals. When they encountered danger in daily life, they would always turn misfortune into good fortune.
Of course, there were also unlucky wretches, but such people would often make the right choices at crucial turning points in life and receive the proper rewards.
At this thought, Tong Lie felt a faint chill in his heart. If he truly accepted this battle and then lost to Meng Zhao, his whole life would be handed over to Meng Zhao. From then on, he would toil for him like an ox or a horse, with no day of turning things around.
Of course, he could go back on his word—but what then?
Could he overcome that hurdle in his own heart?
If the two sides in this duel were truly both Great Grandmasters, and both accepted this manner of wager, then there had to be means to bind each other, such as a great oath to the heart demon or a great oath to the Heavenly Demon.
The stronger one became, the more one could touch the mysterious side of heaven and earth. The Great Dao of oaths was also a kind