When the bearded man heard Di Aixin say that, his heart skipped a beat. This could go badly!
He had great confidence in his own strength and dared say he was one in a thousand, but even so, he would never make a five-hundred-thousand-yuan bet with a stranger over arm-wrestling.
Yet the other party had dared to name such terms. Clearly, he was extremely confident.
Of course, if they really competed, he might not necessarily lose. But judging solely by the other party's confidence, his own odds of losing were higher.
Still, faced with such a provocation, he could not back down.
"This old man is nearly fifty," the bearded man said with a laugh. "Competing in strength with young people like you really isn't my strong suit..."
He intended to switch to another event, perhaps an unarmed sparring match. He absolutely did not believe he would lose that.
"If you're not competing, then forget it," Di Aixin said. He was no fool and cut the other man off directly, his face full of disdain. "We're eating. Master, go wherever you need to go."
He knew he was strong, but the other man practiced martial arts. If they really fought, he probably would not be a match for him.
To say nothing else, he had taken Gao Qiang as his master. Gao Qiang was not as strong as he was, but if they really fought, Gao Qiang would utterly crush him.
What? He was being looked down on by some little brat? Master Xiong felt that this was intolerable. "How about this? Let's test hands and do some pushing hands... What do you say?"
Pushing hands tested one's control over force. It was not something brute strength alone could handle, but once cultivators reached a certain level and made few