Return Heaven Hand

"You little brat, you're not exactly a coward, but what a shame—you're far too arrogant."

Peng Jie gave Ye Kang a more impressed look, but he had not the slightest doubt that Ye Kang would lose.

After all, they had been studying formations for a full year, and his talent was second only to Lu Tongtong's.

If even he couldn't complete the formation, then there was no need to think twice about a new student managing it.

Yet no one expected Ye Kang not only to accept, but also to say, "Senior Brother Peng, since you insist on making things difficult for me, I'll take you on. But this wager is too small to be any fun. Dare you raise the stakes?"

Ye Kang's gaze was sharp, and his tone had turned rather unfriendly.

He wasn't some saintly pushover. Even a clay figure had three parts fire in him. How could he let these senior brothers and sisters mock him like this and simply let them off?

He had to win something back, at the very least.

Sure enough, as soon as he said that, everyone froze.

"Is something wrong with this guy? He's actually asking to raise the stakes?"

"Exactly. Does he really think he can win?"

"Don't back down, Senior Brother Peng! Take the bet!"

The crowd immediately began egging them on.

Peng Jie had a vague feeling that something was off, but he was already backed into a corner. If he refused to bet now, wouldn't that mean he was afraid of his junior brother?

Win or lose, he'd be disgraced either way.

Absolutely not!

With no other choice, he snorted. "Fine by me. What do you want to bet?"

"A Heaven and Earth Treasure."

As he spoke, Ye Kang held out his hand, revealing a piece