As he spoke, the middle-aged man reached out for Feng Jun's skewers. His manner was casual, as though he had no sense of reserve. "Eh, viper meat can be grilled like this? Hmm... it even looks delicious."
After speaking, he grabbed a skewer and began gnawing on it, unhurried and carefree.
Feng Jun stared blankly at him. After remaining silent for nearly half a minute, he bared his teeth in a smile. "All right, then. Arm-wrestling?"
The middle-aged man froze, his hand holding the skewer suspended in midair. "What is arm-wrestling?"
Once he understood, he could not help laughing. "So crude and violent? Do you think I look a little frail?"
Feng Jun smiled. "Actually, I'm not very confident either. This is the only choice I have... Are you really unwilling to tell me your name?"
"Eh?" The middle-aged man grew curious. "We met by chance and shared a drink. Is a name really that important?"
"It is." Feng Jun nodded and spoke solemnly. "Because someone may be looking to cause me trouble lately."
"Oh." The middle-aged man nodded, showing that he understood, but he had no intention of changing his mind. "Then it seems we can only arm-wrestle."
Feng Jun rubbed his right wrist and rotated it a few times before speaking with a smile. "I hope I won't lose."
"Old Feng," Liang Yisi could not help reminding him, "you haven't stated the terms yet. What if you win... It's better to make that clear beforehand than argue about it afterward."
Feng Jun laughed. "Winning will be difficult, so there's no rush to name my terms."
The middle-aged man looked at him indifferently, a deeply hidden trace of amusement in his eyes. "I can tell that you have the strength of the Emergence from Dust Stage... but have you