Chongxuan Zun never cared what others said—but Dou Zhao truly had to be treated as an exception.
Though this contest Jiang Wang had proposed unilaterally was utterly informal, their opponents differed in strength, their current combat conditions differed, and even the timing of when they exerted themselves was different...
But if he truly fell behind, Dou Zhao would at least have the upper hand in their arguments for the next ten years.
The contest might be childish, but Dou Zhao's expression was all too real.
The two peerless prodigies were battling with all their might over there. Jiang Wang had taken a sword canon from Ning Shuangrong, an exquisite inkstone from Ji Li, and an Entangling Intent Chain from Zhuo Qingru...
Zhu Weiwu was already a penniless pauper and had been excluded from this wager.
There was no need to speak of the quality of Ning Shuangrong's sword canon. The inkstone Ji Li had staked was also a fine treasure of the scholar's desk, while the Entangling Intent Chain was one of the Ten Great Chains of the Legalist School.
"Alright. Bets placed, hands off!" Having collected the hefty stakes, Jiang Wang watched the match with exceptional seriousness.
"Cut it! Cut its claws first—hey, attack its lower half, hurry, hurry!" True Person Jiang occasionally shouted instructions from the sidelines, more excited than the ones actually fighting.
Ning Shuangrong and Zhuo Qingru had both bet on Dou Zhao to win, while Ji Li had bet on Chongxuan Zun.
Holding the white civet cat in her arms, she softly asked, "True Person Jiang knows them both well. Who will win?"
Jiang Wang did not take his eyes from the fight. "Both of them certainly believe in themselves more."
"And True Person Jiang's judgment?"
"I won't know until the moment victory or defeat