The suit of armor he wore already provided considerable defensive power, and Li had modified it as well. Aside from enhancing his basic abilities in every aspect, it could also instantly cast certain advanced spells. Although Gulman could not use magic on his own right now, instantly casting magic through the Holy Marks on his armor was no problem.
Gulman shouted, "You're not scared, are you? If you don't even dare accept a duel like this, how are you supposed to deal with that sandstorm?"
Hearing Gulman say that, Bar took a deep breath as well. "Fine. Since you put it that way, I won't hold back."
Bar turned to glance at Li. "Don't worry. I'm quite steady with my hands. I won't accidentally hurt your friend." Li did not know whether to laugh or cry upon hearing that. As expected, Bar had sensed no magical fluctuations from Gulman and had taken him for some half-baked warrior who relied on magical equipment to fight.
Li gave a light cough. "By the way, shouldn't the two of you put something on the line for a duel like this? After all, you're both considered experts on the continent."
Gulman, an expert? Bar had sensed that Li possessed the magical power of a level fifteen or sixteen mage and had thought the man had some insight. He had not expected Li to put him on the same level as Gulman. It nearly made him collapse on the spot.
Still, he steadied himself and said, "Just tell me what you have in mind."
Li grinned. "How about this? Whoever loses has to shout, 'Old Chinese doctor, my illness is finally curable!' What do you think?"
Bar smiled bitterly. "What... does that mean?"
Only then did Li remember that Bar did not understand the implication