"I'm not allowed to kill him, right?"
Seeing that Fang Qingyu had really come forward, Yuan Ze looked at the middle-aged man beside him.
"Mm."
The middle-aged man nodded impatiently.
Fang Qingyu listened.
He silently turned his head, curiosity showing on his face, but asked in an utterly serious tone, "Old Jiao, can I brag a little?"
Old Jiao was frantically wiping the sweat from his forehead as he tried to think of a solution.
Hearing this, he failed to react for a moment and stood there blankly.
Before he could reply,
the middle-aged man frowned.
"Keep running your mouth, and don't blame me for not showing you any respect."
His voice was utterly ordinary, yet it exploded beside Fang Qingyu's ears.
His ears rang violently.
Fang Qingyu expressionlessly picked at his ear.
He no longer dwelled on the previous subject.
Yuan Ze's face turned cold as he prepared to attack.
Unexpectedly, Fang Qingyu raised his hand again.
"Wait!!"
"?"
The aura around the middle-aged man continued to rise.
He seemed about to lose his patience.
"What I mean is, since we're both fighting for a transcendent future, why don't we make this a little more interesting?"
Fang Qingyu forcibly suppressed the stirring excitement in his heart as he frantically tested the middle-aged man's limits.
"How about betting some life orbs? That way, if I lose, you won't have given me face for nothing."
The middle-aged man had originally intended to come over, toss the two of them out, and be done with it. He did not want to waste any more time talking.
Hearing this, he seemed unable to react for a moment.
A Martial Apprentice wanted to bet life orbs against a divine cultist?
He had not heard such a joke in a long time.
"Fine."
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